I always thought that death
Has a dramatic look of black and white
That helps us morph into
A new form of human race
After we are buried and cremated
Following the natural law of impermanence.
I have known life as a beautiful
Encyclopaedia of philosophical truths,
Insights and the beauties of feelings.
Wonder-struck by Nature’s charismatic charms,
My looks compounded by my smiles,
I have always waited for death
With patience pure, stripped of my ego
And the pride of possessions.
some days of my life were spent in rapture,
Some in capture, some in rupture,
Yet, all had a semblance of my adolescence,
Its buoyancy, its transparency and its fluency.
My energy field kept changing constantly
Harmonizing and aligning with new frequencies.
Seasoned expert of my own authentic life,
I fear not death, not for a single moment.
I have my own theories of all categories
And I know when death comes,
It comes not in the colors of black and white
But in the colors of the rainbow,
An arch, a portal to a world new
Where love reigns.