Dearest Demise

Death is my symphony and I’m her muse

She is Unfathomable bittersweet tragedy of creation,

A harrowing serene slumber for mortals.

I’m as pale as the withered peonies in the northern gale

As a lover dying of despair.

Time is the wicked adulterer for she is his inamorata,

She is my treacherous consort and her infidelity compels me to endure monotonous forlorn.

I’m alone in this dark and dreadful abyss called life waiting forbearingly for her to come to me.

We were one before I came here

We will be one after I depart from here

And the partition is what we call life.

I’ve always welcomed her with my open arms and a smile on my face but she likes to sneer when I call her,

When the pain of life is bigger than the life itself.

She never comes when I call her but she keeps whispering in my ears when I close my eyes and try to sleep

” Peek-a-boo a blind man’s buff come and go when you don’t know.”

• © By Uttrankshi Shekhawat