Some of us
Are born
Happy
Some of us
Are born
Unhappy
In death
I chose love over happiness
It was my mistake
That I didn't know
They aren't mutually exclusive
At least I died a thousand deaths
And lived a thousand lives
And sang a thousand songs
Maybe, even loved a thousand lovers
When it came to be shown
To the exit
A thousand questions came
To my mind
The answers to all my questions
Was love
So I asked the doorkeeper
What is the secret behind
Inner peace
He told me
There is no greater love
Than letting passion ****
You slowly
I understood
I was born happy
But, I was born to be loved
Therefore, I was destined to be unhappy
If I thought I was alone
A thousand deaths wasn't enough
I had died a lonely soul
And I still didn't understand
What he meant by passion
How can one feel passion
Without life
In my confusion
I shouted at him
I am already dead!
He replied
You need to look at yourself
Truly
And stop thinking with fear
Have you ever cried?
Have you ever loved with your spirit?
Have you ever loved yourself?
In the end
It is the love we have received
That we can give
Otherwise men are destined to be cruel
And subjects of cruelty
If you think you can
Have a legacy
Without a sensible idea of peace
No one will understand you
No one will want to
That is your destiny
Which you believe will save you
From a pitiful conclusion
One without peace
Will know violence is like fear
It tears your soul
And affects others
Even when you are busy
Using your head
Then I finally said
Am I ready?
He asked
Ready for what?
I sort of asked in an impatient voice
To die a man without love?
He crossed his eyebrows
Curled his fingers
Considering my incongruous statement
And ruminated
I asked him, incredulous
What do you think you are doing, being silent?
He immersed himself in the cosmic ocean
I jumped to save him
And found salvation in rescuing his soul
From the clutches of rivers
The pernicious verses of Hell's gates
Under the porous cover of the night
He had deceived me
By telling me he knew all about death
At least, I found that I truly knew love
Peace never came
As a leopard never finds satisfaction
Chasing prey that runs away easily
Is the joy of living
And the struggle of resolution
A resilient person
Will know the difference
Between a hundred revisions
And a million doubts
A wise man knows when to stop
Sounding foolish is not bad at all
I noticed that the doorway of paradise
Opened in my mind's eye
And the gates were inscribed
"Where do we go to die?
Where do we go when we die?
Are sometimes the same question
If Hell is the answer."