The Story of Death

Some see you as a hundred unspoken words,

that could have set a caged bird free.

A throbbing star in the night sky glowing bright,

or a burning pyre’s desperate plea.

Some see you as a million verses of an unfinished poetry,

or an unheard tale that ended before it could begin.

Painted in a thousand colors of a painter’s brush,

lost amidst the shades of an Artist’s unfulfilled dream.

Some see you as the light at the end of a dark tunnel,

or the stifled wails of an unborn light.

A battle cry to glorious victory,

or the unheard sobs of a mother’s plight.

Some see you as a question that never found its way to their lips,

or an answer that was never sought.

A vaguely familiar tune of a long-forgotten song,

one that brings back memories of moments forever lost.

They see you through a thousand scattered fragments,

of the broken glass of reality.

Through a million pairs of eyes,

Through a myriad of emotions, sailing through Time.

But right now, I see you, my beloved, resting blissfully on my lap,

with your eyes shut in an eternal dream of faith.

And I see myself in you, my friend,

For I am Life and I write your story, the story of Death.

                                 

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This poem is based on IMAGE 14 and speaks about the various perceptions we have about Death and how Life and Death are one and the same, or rather two sides of the same coin.