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Midnight Mystry

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Midnight Mystry

Inspirational Others


Beautiful Dream

Beautiful Dream

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With the first breath of the little one, his death was born

A conspiracy like no other

Life and death were partners in the greatest con!


As the little one took his steps, the death smirked at him

The little boy walked, sprinted, and as life happened

Unaware that the reaper was eagerly strolling towards him was grim!


All those lives the boy touched with his tender hands

All those people who were impacted by his sheer presence

Not realizing the sedately advancing imprints in the sand.


Days passed by, and so did years

The man was growing among success, experience, and failures

He lost sometimes and sometimes won over his fears


He built a home with the love of his life

Unknown emotions possessed him a tiny finger grabbed his hand

Hearing the screams of the young one, he smiled at his wife


Living an ordinary life, in an extraordinary manner, the boy grew older

As the muscles were replaced by freckles, by the fire his family gathered

And as the flicker extinguished, one last time he looked over his shoulder


He saw his reflection smiling at him, ready to take him away

As the death finally greeted him and smirked at the fragile man

Smiling with pure ecstasy, he told the death to lead the way

The death bore a wicked grin and asked him about his illusion of being alive

How can one be contended by such petty lies?

The man remained silent as on the doorsteps they arrived.


Death told the man to climb the staircase

As all the memories flashed before his eyes

He walked ahead with dignity and grace


The death saw the same visuals, after all, he was part of the old man

As he saw the red eyes and noses and grins

The wise old man’s view he could understand


Although the final game was of death, it was he who had been played

The man lived life in such a manner that everyone remembered him with a smile

He was going to live forever, in those hearts, who for his peace had prayed


As the death guided him towards the mammoth door

The man glared one last time to see what he was living behind

“What a beautiful dream it was being alive and so much more.”


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