More often then not, I find myself
pondering over the thought of death.
The thoughts of life after death.
I question myself, what is death?
Is it the black dot on the white page,
Or perhaps the other way around,
There are many ways to describe life,
And many have tried describing death as well,
But the facts remain unchanged,
That there is "no life after death."
It's just complete darkness.
Just how you see the colour, matte black,
Instead you are in it, a black box of nothing.
Will it be the most peaceful commotion?
Or the most beautiful silence with unbearable chaos.
Or may be it is a dreadful place to be in,
Of which your mind does not want to remember anything.
Do you remember having a lethal experience?
A moment when you felt that you could touch death..?
Do you remember anything of that moment?
NO, right? Cause if you did, you would be reading this with that image in your mind!
-miraculously miracle ✨
Here is another one of my poems on death which I wrote last year..!