Death puts an end to it all-
This sordid necessity of trudging through life;
Its continual struggle and perpetual strife,
The business of prosaic living;
Of gaining and losing,getting and giving
Death puts an end to it all.

And it doesnt matter how it ended-
Be it a cruel act of fate, a self-orchestrated blow.
That stemmed the life-stream's flow.
Were you hacked down in frenzy ,
or consumed in cold blood.
or preyed upon by disease.
Now you are shrouded in cold silence,
In eternal peace.
Really doesn't matter how it ended.

Now that you are gone,
your soul harboured to a transcendental realm
Whizzing past like a comet, a trail of ash behind.
Those forlorn mourners, at your requiem.
Dazed by the shock of its light, finally find.
Memories of you, is all they can live by
Now that you are gone.

Those who had loved you,
Bereaved broken hearts, shattered by your loss
Yearning to hear your voice, craving to see your face
With an infernal bundle of grief, that they can never efface
And since the morbid melody of your death knell
Life has been nothing short of a living hell
For those who had loved you

And how they lived through it-
Brave hearts, fighting private battles each day
The scab of time, hides the raw pain within
But sorrows gnawing at their innards, stay
for a long time, unheard and unseen.
With a steely smile,frozen on their face
They say, they have moved on; life's commonplace.
And though they laugh and talk now,
like the times when you were here.
Its when nobody is looking;
They wipe away those treacherous tears.
Oh, how they lived through it.

So pardon me,
For I weep for them , not you
Those bereaved by the loss of a loved one.
Because your life's setting sun,
spells an end to your miseries.
Theirs have only begun.
You smile out of picture frames
Into conversations creeps in your name.
Their  hearts are knived by brutal reconciliation
That life will never be the same.

You are a Star now;
Scintillating at the heights of heaven.
Lord is with you. I'm happy for you.
Do not get me wrong.
My thoughts dont misconstrue;
and pardon me,
for I weep for them , not you.
For those, who are still living;
After losing you.

(2008)