My Rendezvous with Death...
I was aimlessly roving my way down the street…
I saw a man, insipid and pale walking in the front…
I could not see his face, but he was discreet…
There was a procession in front of him…
It was silent; there was no pomp and glitter about it…
I went a little ahead brisk, Thanks to my whim…
I could see the people talk to each other unspoken…
I wanted to see his face, but could not…
So silent were they that even an infant wouldn’t have woken…
When I had a closer look, I was flabbergasted by what I saw…
He looked exactly like me, bruised face and skinned knees…
Mesmerizing eyes, more I gaze the closer they draw…
I screamed and shouted; I wanted to run away, far away…
As I started to run he just held my arm and said…
“You cannot run from me, no matter how hard you sway”…
I clogged right there like a statue in a rendition…
He raised his hand and pointed towards the crowd…
A closer look told me that it was a Death procession…
He took me by my arm and we flew in the sky…
I looked down at the bereaved and saw my wife crying frenziedly…
As we took off I could do nothing but sigh…
It didn't take me long to realize that I was Dead…
It was my death that was being mourned about…
I knew I was heading to St. Peter’s shed…
On my way I thought
“I don’t know how heaven or hell is”…
And how better I could have led my life…
Soon I realized, It is worth dying to find out what life is…
Your Dreams your aspirations are all wrong…
They are just the way god makes us believe the farce…
And it’s not that life that is so short; it's just that I was dead for long…
- Rajkiran Jagapathi
