LIMERANCE WITH DEATH

LIMERANCE WITH DEATH

there is no sentimental value of your melancholia if we can`t sell it,
it becomes vain , like most of us, humans , after all,
whose end is certain , in death,
but what is uncertain , is the state of our perishability ,
most of us , perish in the most unspectacular ways possible, unknowingly
little did we know, that some of us perish subtly , knowing , our ends
& very few of us , perish , accepting , that with our ends ,
there would be no contrast in any one of us , after all
sand , dirt & dust , would be our last three companions,
green grass would be our cherished bed to undisturbed sleep
bugs & ants , would make a wholesome meal that night,
gods & devil , would dine well, reckoning the burden of one less body,
& that death would not look fearful anymore,
but certainly does look now,
death would be our friend
perishability is our ever more state,
where all of us , exist, simultaneously, continuously , inherently,
the second we take birth,
death is our forever friend ,
perishability is our perpetual partner ,
when one makes love to the other, one ends ,
humans cease to exist ,
its colloquial to say that ,
till death do us apart,
but its obsolete to believe it,
as if we are not dying every second after we are born ,
there is no gentle end ,
end is always tragic to the one who have life left,
but isn`t it always gentle ?
subtle in its occurance & un-noticeable In its element
that we forget that , expiry is always due ,
forever happening in its substance ,
so Discreet, that death becomes an event of shock, for most
when in all regular terms & conditions ,
it is pre destined , inevitable & unambiguous
so what are afraid of ?
are we really afraid to die?
or are we really scared to live in the now`s ,
because somehow , I cannot register ,
the human urgency to delay , life , anymore
when he could always certainly make sense ,
of his end ?
isn`t he really living his end in the present?
so he could postpone life ?
in all senses , life is human`s ultimate enemy ,
& death is his illusionary muse ,
for which he is waiting indefinitely,
limerence with death is not great virtue
when he know, with death , he won`t be alive ,
& the meeting would be certainly met on dead end.

with life , comes great opportunity ,
with death , comes great tragedy ,
but when life Is uncalled for,
death seems like a cure of ages ,
when certainly it is not,
it is just an event of eventual ending ,
& nothing comes after,  that , nothing
& if something uncalled for comes after,
I guess we will never know.

Leeza