A Peaceful Death

“A peaceful death”  they said in unison

“wish we too die like him,

without any suffering”


from somewhere above

he smiled wryly


if only they knew the horror

of realising this

might be the end

trying to reach out

to near and dear

fingers fumbling

on the key pad

a few wrong calls


he finally got through

“come soon,  I’m not

keeping too well”

he tried to sound normal


the pain of waiting

as agonising  as

the one in his chest


who would take care of her

his wife of over 55 years

she who never got along with anyone

yet could never stay alone

and the finances – moderate

enough for her to get by


he wanted to

call out to her

sitting in the wheelchair

in the adjacent room

unaware of his pain

but the effort

was too much

his voice

too feeble


no sign of anyone

every breath  laboured,

gasping, he

struggled to get in air

his head felt light

he had to lie down, but

what if he fell


as if on cue

hands held him up

his neighbours’  were finally there

“what happened –

are you okay?

here – come and lie down”


he could not even

heave a sigh of relief

the pressure in his chest squeezing



he was helped to bed

“ water , get some water ,quick “

the voices began to fade, oops

he should have deleted

those nude images from his PC

someone shook him, calling out

he wanted to respond, but

the  words

remained in his mind


he felt water in his mouth,

did he ask for it
gulp –  ah the pain , getting worse ,


was his  time really over?

was he dying?

but it couldn’t be

he needed to wait till the wedding –

his grand daughters’

he had  to live a little longer

she would  never  be happy anywhere else

she would  never  get along with any body

he needed to live

till she went


he tried to open his eyes

he tried to speak

losing  control

he felt his  eyes roll  upwards

the pain reached a crescendo

and suddenly



A peaceful death?



Elizabeth Kuriakose



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About Elizabeth Kuriakose

A hectic career as a banker and looking after family kept me busy for ages. Quit my job to look after family. Once the children were old enough to take care of themselves, I discovered my love for writing in late 2014. Words in poetry or prose have been my constant companion thence on.

12 thoughts on “A Peaceful Death

  1. tapeshwar

    He was helped to bed…he should have deleted…!
    Th grand daughter’s wedding stretched the bellow of time in eternal wait.
    nothing returned, but a peaceful death!

    Prowling the depth! Exquisite!!

    1. Elizabeth Kuriakose

      There most certainly was Louis. Between the first call that went out from my father’s mobile phone, and the time he passed away , was a mere 12-15 mins; prompting people to say “He’s so lucky”, “He never suffered much”, “what a peaceful death”, and so on. The first thought that would come to mind was “How do you know”. I kept trying to relive those last 15 minutes through him – and this is what I surmised. Thanks for your encouraging words.

  2. Maaya Dev

    Loved the penning , An amazing intense,poignant poem that speaks of the sensitive side of the poetess along with her poetic prowess to capture the subtle ordeals of life , loved it Elizabeth 🙂

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