Embers! ! !

Whatever cool, calm and serene was there in life, it was there only when they were alive my parents! Life was life worthy and worth-living and now when they are no more it has become a compulsion and an obligation 'how time flies when one has fun' and how it stops, gets static to the limits of suffocation when the essence of life is just taken out of it. When they were there with me with all there being shedding all affections life was easy; now when they are no more, death has become easy. Death is no parting, as is assumed, for they say meeting with the dead and gone is much much possible, the bare fact is that though i cant see them but it's gratifying enough that at least they can see me; they are not going to come, but i'm expected to go and meet them sooner or later What is Death? an antonym of life? , a law of nature? , a parting-agent marking a line of separation between the living and the dead? , or a divine order? whatever it is, it's not strong enough even to create a few seconds worth separation of us from our dear ones. They are more close to us, we are more close to them. 'our dead are never dead to us untill we have forgotten them.' Life without them is like a tedious journey barefoot under the rotten sun O! for the faces that are gone and hidden within the entrails of the sodden ground! O! for the precious lives that are vanished and slipped out of our hands like grains of sand the death-angel WAS there in our own house and no suspicion, no fear since the grip on life was that strong but at that very moment, the string that held us together broke down Nothing is left now but grief, grief and a long-lasting emptiness which will never come to an end... Regrets... for the calls not responded, regrets... for the moments not spent with those whose eyes just looked forward for the company... 'Death! be not proud! ' if you were really a mighty being, you would take the memories with you too, but here you are not strong rather very weak; now did you get to know your worth? Death, you cant kill. you can hide aface but not the memories of that face that i cherish and will keep on cherishing forever; my still hot unextinguished embers of love will never be cooled down, though i'm alive but the life has lost its colours!