We do die everyday

We die bit by bit every single day

We die breath by breath every passing moment

and We do die fully…

one fine day

When the last breath

decides to leave,

never to return into

that particular form or name!!

Is it that my dear friend

Life is simply the messenger of Death?

White Flowers

And in calamities like these

Death is even more pronounced

Perhaps waiting by the corner

To cast its veil over many a dozen

In every breath, is death hidden

Every breath is fear ridden

Death has stumbled upon a curse

for which exists not a cure

Life seems to be only a Lie

Does Life mean only to Die?

Is it that Life is Surreal

while only Death is Real?

Is it that between Deaths exists Life?

or

Is it that between Lives exists Death??

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