My neighbour, one who was close to us passed away last night.
Quite a surprise and blow to us.. She was quite healthy
There were no indications. Yesterday she was laughing just like any of us.
Death is faceless, amorphous...
It enters our milieu like a thief, like a whiff, a shudder..
Snatching every thing we have, or those things we suppose are ours
leaving us vacant and blank..
Wise men say that Death is the only permenant state; the aeonian truth.
The immortal spirit untangle itself from this mortal world of woes and agonies.
Goes to its homeland, the other world which is full of joy.
But the other world is still a myth to us; those who are still living.
Till he visit us we keep ourself afloat in this ocean of loses and sufferings,
and pseudo gains.
Life was turning, eventful with material gains and losses
Then suddenly; the wheel appeared to pause, gazing at the permenant loss
He knocked one door; and left us all a message
Reminding us that death is always here; around that silent corner
Arousing the darkest fear in us; not for us
but for our loved ones, whom we embrace with our soul
I looked around; looked at the faces
They are happy or may be sad..
They are busy chasing their dreams; cherishing their achievements
Lamenting their failures; their bad luck
A chill passed down my nerves as I imagined a world sans them
A world sans my friends, sans my foes.
I closed my eyes to escape the thought
I shut my ears to escape my own wail
I saw death chasing them; as a shadow
I invited him to chase me instead
I looked back; found him behind me too.
The wheel of life is turning as ever
Not waiting for the mourners to recover
My own dreams waiting for me to conquer
I looked around for death, begging his favour
He whispered "Go on, will catch you later"
