the Deathly Affair
This poem is dedicated to my love who is both disturbed and in awe of the death and respects life and the living dearly. In the wild garb of unpredict ability, death stealthily lingers still. A liaison of existential and the conjectural, a n embellished and an irrevocable truth. There is a vision in my eye, a vacuum over my mind that everything shall vanish like a breeze. Memories shrivelled to scroll days as black as the night, nights a cold as the ice. Mid this strife of the predicament, silently condemned to doom to worst of fate. The pain soon wrings out your soul and dear earth no more shall be. Thereafter you rise from an eternal agony to your favourite place, at your home;that's your heaven. You hear muffled voice, see faces familiar,some new. Realise they are from past and future. Basking in the peace of new found happiness, all your queries in life decoded; fear and anger dissipate. An exhilarating rush follows and...