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Time of Death

Nov 14, 2022
2 min read

By Arihara Sudhan R


Going into what everyone fears;

When the kin and kith truly earned do their most sincere prayers.

Slowly there fades all the physical pain;

Once the emergency medications enter the vein.

Spontaneous flashes about the past;

Which splashes like waves that last;

Till the whole life comes Infront to Gast;

Incredibly faster than the word fast.

All the heights achieved;

All the tides heaved;

All the fights won;

All the hides and run;

All the wishes and blessings;

All the kisses and blushings;

All the love and friendship;

All the betrayal and partnership;

All the things admired;

All the emotions and feelings that got wired.

Everything just happens in a snap;

Then there occurs a gap.

Between two realms;

Which overwhelmingly overwhelms.

Now the actual struggle begins;

It’s not about which side wins.

It’s not about which side loses.

It’s about the which side “The Will” chooses

(P.T.O)


There is a graceful swarm of glistening particles;

Each one represents miracles.

All in harmony;

To a particular symphony.

Longing to become one member of swarm;

But down there the entity is still warm.

Pulled back by the irregularities in ECG;

Pulled forth but stays still with all the left energy.

When the ECG makes a line;

It makes the path clear and fine.

But struck again as a leaf in a tree whose roots are grounded;

All the flashes are once again reminded.

Because there is a wave in EEG;

Once again pulled forth with synergy.

Until the wave settles down;

Which is indescribable by any noun.

Now the leaf in the tree just starts withering;

And stays akin and eternal until its every part stops mithering.

Now there is nothing to smell, see, taste, hear, touch or feel;

It’s about becoming a part of those particles,accompanied by a reveal.

Wondering What’s up there new?

It’s just The Infinite and You...


By Arihara Sudhan R




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