Death.........

Death

Death is an ink that makes disappear the words of life,
The building of life is vacated,
Moments Before getting disappeared, faces and images are quickly touched by the consciousness
Getting stopped in the moments that were meaningful,
but it is not permitted to do so for long hence marches forward,in the desire of living once again,
trying to regain what it ignored in the darkness of ego,but in vain,

Uttering some implicit ,unclear words in the language in which a human talks to himself,
words that are incomprehensible for everyone else,
known only to the one dying and to one who gives life, if he exists,
what else can be listened to except the sounds of consciousness that was made dumb throughout life
every moment spent is reflected in the mirror of life,
time that was not spent as it deserved,
regrets that were felt in the forest of solitude
are now experienced before everyone amongst the falmes of breaths coming out,
the extreme of pain is felt,
the emptiness is indescribable that drowns the self as if in a blind ocean,
it is only that viewers can not understand what is going on
throughout life man tries to hide,
at the last time, death plays the same game .