Lookin back now,
At the long days and nights.
At the end of the road, I turn back
To look at the now-fading sights.
The start was but natural; the end, inevitable.
Good things come to an end, but so do the bad.
The twisted journey blissfully ends,
The termination is redemption of the burdens I have.
The soul reaches out, embraces death.
Eagerly awaiting the end of endless strife.
The body, cursed to survival instinct,
Damns me back, again to life.
There I was, standing in a no-man's land,
Stranded between life and death.
The body wants one, the soul craves the other,
Confused, I creep back with guilty stealth.
The harsh reality of life came crashing back,
Cruelly awakening me from the dreams of bliss.
In the world of the abstract, I had forgotten
How determination fell, how I found no way to face this.
The body is weary, it's given up.
The mind stales and stagnates.
The soul, freed of pain, joyously
Goes through the beckoning gates.
Yet, I have lost a lot on the way.
Freedom always has a price to pay.
Death is freedom, but freedom is dead:
An eternally devoid feeling, here to stay.
Freedom gives, but takes a lot too;
You are unfeeling, yet bleed and burn.
You wait forever, for a miracle to come by,
But death- it is a point of no return.
Radhikaa Sharma
