A loner's Ravings

The privacy of Death enthralls me. The everlasting silence. What else can possibly be more definite, more ultimate than that. I mean, once dead, you stay dead. Period. And explanations-- come on !! Don't make me laugh. Try explaining stuff to the insatiable companion known by various names, Death being the one I like most. You can hate the companion or you can like him but he never wavers. He likes you all along and so much that no matter what you think, feel, or have ever imagined about him is insufficient. He is not dark, he is not fearsome, he is not scary. He is the best and most beautiful friend anyone can ever have. Welcome, dear friend. I await thee.

The bizarre silence of the water stuns me. It is so cool. So warm. So poignant. And so murderous. I can almost see all the lost souls screaming in eternal silence in your womb. And those screams stir the depths of my soul. May be I am part of that crowd. True, I stand on the bank, outside the water. But that is just an accident. I haunt you the way you haunt me. It is only fair that I should do so. After all, why should you punish me so with all this silent uproar? This never ending pain.

I remember you again, this day. Like I do almost everyday. The secret joys and the everlasting sorrows I remember you with a pain so profound Words make no sense. The silence of life Like the calm lake Hiding all the horrible secrets In her bosom I sit beside the calm water Dark and ominously silent Yearning. You cannot come. And yet I have not the heart to call this Final.

Still , silent and stubborn, The darkness relentless, Grips my soul, in clammy glee. The Stark white snow is slowly melting away The wavelets are back, No longer scared frozen. All my kin are here Each in its own silent domain Each wondering in eternal silence As we of the dark always do, What the others are upto. That is the way of life in the land of the lonely Lonely and unwanted, Mostly fondling dreams, Everlasting dreams.

The sense of death stalking you in utter silence is the most unnerving of all fears. When you realize that your fears are indeed true, the starkness of life hits you right in your soul. The meaning of a measly life. The meaning of a miserable death. Why does it have to be like this. No. This is not a protest. You don't protest with the dark and silent reaper.

There was this old lady Near my place. I say "Good Morning" And she answers "I will tell you Good morning When morning really comes" She tells me her nephew will be visting today. But he doesn't come. Ever. And she says quietly, "It is so peaceful When you dont have any one to wait for". Her words demand silence. She is well over ninety, Everyone says she is demented Waiting for her kin who never come. And never complaining she is lonely. She is still so very pretty I tell her she must have been ravishing in her youth. She smiles. She looks happy. And then, Before the nephew could come With the cherries Or was it cherry blossoms For her, She left.