HOW DEATH WILL FEEL LIKE?
When I am sleeping and awake
Lying just motionless craving for dreams
Eyelids feeling the darkness of the room
Ears listening to the still silence
Mind reaching to get a spot in scenes
Heart as usual with its usual beat
An imagination of knocks on the door
Rush in my blood for this incompleteness
Straining my eyes to fill the void in my sleep
An unusual state encapsulating my mind
How far I have come and how far I have to go?
A mystery of great lengths in both the directions
Amongst it, I there lying in the ambiguity of whether being awake or sleep
The skin of my feet exposed and uncovered of blanket
Feeling the cold of night
Taking the turn to the right
Pulling my feet back in the blanket
Remembering the usual remainders
Soon my sleep will overtake me
Soon my consciousness will abandon
Soon I will be left unaware of me
Remains of me will be just my body
And this one thing in my mind is sneaking all along
Telling me that what you kept feeling till now was life
In both awake and sleep
One question strikes my mind
when you will be in the grave?
How death will feel like?