They are coming, they
are nigh
They are coming, they
have weighed
Your life then and
now
With and without
hope, sweet and sour
You remain still;
your eyes do not blink
You think, may be,
this is the time
You think, maybe
there will be no more commas
They are coming, they
are faintly saying
You see a lucid passage
into the sky
Your numb feet are
floating,
you don’t need now concrete to walk on
And you smile that
you are no more stumbling
The religiously worn black threads around
your ankles get untied
You think, maybe
there will be no more fear of injury
They are coming, they
are singing
And you hear your
songs all being played
You seem to
disintegrate with the music or the other way
And it all stays; it
seems eternal
Tears of redemption
flow from your eyes
What more could you have asked for, you think
You’re drinking
heaven; you’re hearing heaven
Now that you have
contained it
You think, may be you
are bigger than heaven
They are coming, they
are preaching
And your knowledge
seems to surpass your imagination
All that you learned
in your life was full of pure wisdom
The richness of your mind, you easily underestimated
Yet you remained under the illusion
that you were not
blessed
and now as you feel
connected to other souls
You realize the false
truth that you were never loved
They are disappearing
and so are you now
A strange cloud
spreads inside you somehow
You cry and laugh from
the past
till you are filled
with both
till both life and
death contains you
till you see the one,
the one you loved the most
Your life then becomes only that one moment
when with him you had become one
For a moment you want to live that moment again
You want to rewind and live life with him again
But before other memories
start clinging to that one moment
you expand into the space around you
till your love, your life fills the whole
till you neither have to dispense or draw on any dole
till the canvass that you had painted with colors of verity and faults
hangs in front of you, plain white ethereal unrolled
till everything in the end sums to zero
It's a poem written from a perspective of a person experiencing death..
Our life dreams the Utopia.
Our Death achieves the ideal..
- Victor Hugo
