Metal Life

See. It’s a thing about this life you have. You won’t die all at once. Nobody does. You will rather love some people around, and make everyone a piece of you. And when you’ll complete yourself, with the bonds you make, part by part, You’ll realize how your death’s going to come. You will so die one piece at a time, with every bond that ends. And while you are alive with some parts, you make peace with the dying others. See this is how life works. Nobody dies all at once, But a million times one by one. It’s just the last piece they have of themselves, that ends, We call it death! 

In this world of majestic souls, how often do you meet yourself? The one that was superior to all, carrying the heart of an angel all blue. I wonder if you’re still friends with the one, you used to love. The one that spread the aroma of innocence, all inhabited in you!! But if not lately, have you met your old self travelling alone, And you’re still stuck in the acceptance of the world’s dynamism. I urge you to lock yourself from the world, and for once you do, I bet you shall find an angel in a closet that once lived in you. And if tears stream down your eyes, having met a selfless self, Don’t you wipe them off, like the mighty cowards learn to do. For once you cry your heart out, and you’ll find in the strength, To realize how you’re living now is just a symphony of death. No more should you believe, that you are in all resonance, And parallel with that someone you once used to be. The old knew nothing but love, even if the complexities hurt. And now ...

Amidst the collisions of dust, and thick smoke all around; I hustled my way all through the suffocating breaths. Like a volcano once erupted gas that choked lives to deaths; I still inhaled the toxicity eroding the rush in this head. How I wished I had the gleam of this life’s clarity, And the vision would feel like living with a crystal head. But this is no life on the lands of some heaven, But a blissful tragedy of living as way too human! So as way too human, I trembled my way ahead, through the smoke that only I exhaled ironically. To reach a brutally honest mirror, reflecting every bit; Of eternities left behind, but I was too human to handle it. The reflections showed how life had once tried to teach, That longer and broader eternities have their limiting ends. But I was too human to accept the terminations it showed, That I spread even more smoke so as to hide its every end. It needed super human solidity to see your homes all destroyed. But I was ...