A Battle With Reality

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Snuffing out hopes, shutting down lives
The Reaper moves onward, his eyes shut, ears covered
Empathy eludes Him; He seeks lifelessness
But then we don’t really know Him, do we?
What can I speak of one whom I know not?
But I do know of us, the alive and breathing
Seated in a circle of Life to witness those around
Vanish in the midst of the recital of their being
A moment ago, I knew their names, I saw their smiles
And before I knew them more, they were breathing their last.
Soon followed the deafening silence-
A cold and unsettling one, as warned; but e’en that
failed to prepare me for the emptiness they left behind.
The near ones who leave us, I have known the searing pain
But they, whom I knew from afar strangely made me realise
A loss never lesser, a pain so raw, a truth so bitter.
Maybe, the Reaper has reaped more than His due!
Grimly, that is never the truth, is it?
I, rather we can blame the whole world
Or take up responsibility of each and everything; but
Truth is, they, who left will never return
And I hold onto each memory I’ve, however faint it is
Before that also spirals into a void
And I refuse any words of comfort, courtesy of an arrogant self
Just one nagging question reverberates within…
“But why them, blooming with purpose and kindness?”


Someone Remembers…

There comes the path yet again, clear as ever
Though I don’t recall the last time I walked on it
Gosh! Another thorn prick on my feet
But wait!!! didn’t it happen ages ago?
Yeah, ages ago… the phantom pain so real!!!
In this misty stillness, I still feel the breeze
That lured me into this heaven I created…
A heaven that I name mine and I don’t recall why.
I know that I know this way,
The way I remember a loving memory-
A warm rush of emotions, a kind prayer…then forgotten
And shelved once again,
To be remembered an eternity later
Seems I’m strolling here in some forgotten memories of mine
Or am I part of a recalled memory for the path and all it holds???…

Thank you for reading 😊😊

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