Now you see It..

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

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