Different Shades of Death

 

What is death, if not the eternal peace

Of the soul,

And an unhealing wound in the hearts of the dear?

But how does death arrive,

When you hold your Lord so near?

Deaths, in all their forms and phases,

Are dreadful.

Unpredictable episodes—

Who can ever foresee?

At times, I wonder:

How will mine unfold?

Will I be choked to death 

by a crooked hand,

Or struck down by a car?

Perhaps lightning will be my final reason,

Or Global Warming in the form of extreme season.

Landslides may bury me mid-journey,

An asteroid may shatter my tomorrow,

Or floods may swallow me whole.

A train may collide me into death,

Or I may collapse mid-verse,

While reciting poetry.

Perhaps I’ll freeze in the 

harsh Siberian cold,

Or dissolve in joy beneath the Northern Lights.

Maybe loneliness could bring my doom,

Or I pass away in a darkened room,

Or it may happen 

I’ll rest my last breath

On the warm lap of my beloved,

Hence, a peaceful, secure death.

These haunting scenes of the final destination

Have already been someone’s reality.

For death is harsh, uncertain,

And relentless.

Blessed are those

Whom death greets with flowers.

As life advances,

New doors to death are unlocked.

So if I leave today,

Or tomorrow,

Remember—

It was always meant to be.

All must one day go,

So let not your heart be shocked,

The Death Clock is a sadist

So you must not be in tears

And let your being be mocked.