Masterstroke

P.C :- RXC # 262

To the accompaniment of beats and drums,

dance and music,

They are carried to a place far away,

one last time on shoulders of gratitude.

Devoid of colours and life,

Death, a final engagement on this planet,

A special somebody to me, a nobody to everybody.

Pain, can’t be easily put on paper,

neither can be shared ,

days, months, years or a lifetime it takes.

Old sands of time give way to newness, undoubtedly,

But bouts of pain, hurt, loss too cloistered to be revealed,

Like pieces of puzzle waiting to be assembled they thrive around our being,

in abeyance.

Random dreams paint vivid caricatures,

In it I hold on to what never really was,

Evolving in dreams,

i gather strands of reality never lived,

Wondering whether, death a final dream

where pain obliterates on a different plane ?

A masterstroke.

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