Death, you always play games with me:
In just a blink of an eye, you are so close to me;
And as I close my eyes, spread my arms, to hug you, you are nowhere,
Not anywhere felt, Gone.
Leaving me in this pain, a friend now.
But a cruel friend. Why?
What have I done that even after urging you to hold
me tight just for some time,
& give me the first & the last kiss,
Which you have been offering others like me for ages now,
You are so unwilling?
I am hurting: I ain’t, my life, robust enough to
escape from the clutches of pain.
Death, death-angel, my lord, my love, what will I
have to do to defeat this torment?
To slaughter my senses?
To put an end to every damn thing that kills me every passing minute, second?
You hear my voices, death, voices in voices, horrible voices, & quiet voices;
Many times, most of the times,
But you don’t comfort me!
With what eyes are you seeing me write my ‘longing’ for you,
My love for you?
You: the only god now.
Will you accept me?!
My life, come here smiling;
With no pre-conceived notion of leaving me in an instant.
Let this drunk see your bright face for some time;
My moon, approach me like that innocent girl walking towards her prince charming slowly & happily & spread your soft-cold hands over my body
& suck my soul away.
That I have always wanted from you.
No blaming on you, death, no worries, for taking me away so soon.
Haven’t I told you before?
Ain’t I telling you now?
You just do it.
I am waiting. Own me.