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?

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??
Views invited.
Every night in deep slumber i die,….. only to get up and live another day full of life.