A wet moonlight bathed my outside. A viscous, toxic, painless fluid bathed me from inside. Drenched I lay, abandoned and forgotten, on an empty vastness that mocked at me in the days, but warmly absorbed me in the night. I tried to feel, but succeeded to fail; death, sleep, numbness prevailed.
I tried to remember, from not so long ago, memories of a warmth that blanketed me when I slept. I tried to see, peeking inside the mind, moments when I had smiled and wept. But it as all a blur, a haze swallowed it all, and there I lay, exhausted and spent, in an endless wait. It was a wait for noone, for they had all left me and gone, but I still believed I had to wait, for someone to hold my arm. The night grew darker; I got wetter and colder. My lips began to shiver, something froze inside. The eyelids had grown so heavy I let them fall, albeit slowly, but just before I resigned to complete annihilation, I saw him, and I felt his touch on my hand, and I knew he had come to take me. I was finally released from the poisoned body.
My soul came alive in the rain of love that day.
5 comments:
Oh that was pretty painful.
What made you write that?
But feeling of leaving the body is beautifully depicted in end.
Good post.
beautifully penned down!
I couldnt get the philosophical meaning of this post...why are you talking of your own death?
vecause that's my only tangible desire left..smthng that i still have the right to ask for...
how come u write so well yaar !!
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