DEATH

Life is just a repetition of death every day; 
Being alive is just some moments that may come our way.   

Every day Death creeps in through the usuals of life;
The usual waking,  the usual sorrow,  the usual moments of delight. 

They fail to makeus grow in some little way;
Life is a repetition of death every day. 

We all run after the same goals;
The same chapters of history! 
We are all running toward our death -
To unravel the great mystery.  

The same dreams. 
The same chores. 
The same expectations from life.  
Death readily becomes a mate, 
When we say,  "I'm just alive.. "

It's in the only rare moments of courage and conscience.. 
When we don't let ourselves give up 
No matter the consequence;

That one single second, 
When our heart skips a beat. 
On seeing someone desired,
On feeling Love's  heat.. 
When we let ourselves feel
The small and inconsequentials of life; 

The smallest victory..
The change of season.. 
The forlorn cuckoo's cry... 

That Life takes a peak 
On our journey to death; 
And whispers gently in our ears, 
The secret of eternal time:

Being alive is just some moments.
Being dead is life