Brush Up With Death

He looks back again and again

In disbelief and in retrospection

The past events unravel in a jiffy

And narrate about his addiction.

He remembers the fun, laughter, and cheer 

With friends siblings and peer

Blowing away the smoke and 

Quaffing cans of beer.

The lust, desires, and profanity 

The luxury and cheer

Freedom, fun, and frolic

Blurred boundaries of fear.

Gradually the wisdom set in 

Year after year

The friends soon disappeared and

 Marginally diminished its sphere.

Mother, siblings, wife to care

Kids he had to rear 

No work to earn and feed the mouths 

No soul to wipe his tear.

Inebriated he wandered

And stranded everywhere, unaware

To escape the loneliness and

Pain that he could not bear.

Clumped and faltered

Ah! He treads a wrong way

There wasn't any chance to retreat 

No reason even to stay.

The bugs of addiction

Turned him into

A self-destructive parasite

His life rusted and crumbled 

Which was luminous and bright.

A beautiful life thus had

Ended its journey, Ah dear! 

You lament for the worldly things 

The world is so strange and queer.

Neither did his peers

Nor friends with him stay 

His family, wife, kids, mother 

Only came to pray.

 

He shuddered vigorously in fear 

Saw his death so near

 His dream had a cryptic message

Only he could see and hear