Has anyone given any thought to death? That curse which will kill the curse of life. That fanciful idea which will put an end to everything and maybe be a beginning to something inconceivable. Has anyone else been scared to imagine herself/himself cramped in a long hole, dug up somewhere in a miniscule part of earth? That one hole where earth enfolds you in her all-encompassing, cold embrace.
When we do die, will the world grieve? Or lets be particular here, when I die, will the world grieve? When my cup of life spills, would I myself grieve? Would I then implore God to give me one more day to set things right if they are wrong? Would He be cruel then and grant me my wish? Would the people I hold dear be kind then and forgive me of my sins?
When I breathe my last, would I have found love? Or wait, that’s a silly question because I already did find love! The point is, would I have found happiness in love. When I die, will those unspoken words haunt me in my grave? Will my tacit ideas be understood or will they die a silent death as well?
Alas! The ways of the world are harsh and too many ‘woulds’ plague my consciousness… too many! And they will never die….
