Beyond the Hourglass

-A dedication

The enigma enshrouding life 'n death,
The eternal longingness for a few more breaths;
The fervent prayers, the unrelenting destiny,
The blatant truth, yet a morbid irony!

She longed to see some more flowers bloom,
Quite oblivious, alas, of the lurking doom;
Full many a dreams she had once sowed,
Biding her time- to see them sprout and grow!

It isn't she never desired to be free,
All she ever asked- see her saplings turn into trees
She prayed, she begged, but had to go,
Leaving a few hearts aggrieved, volumes of tears to flow!

Quite unfair must be this routine, and its bizarre, intricate ways,
If life's a cycle, why terminate midway?
With trauma and anguish filled in her eyes, she left,
If 'creations' are flawed, how wise is it to deem the Creator, Perfect?

Yet, perhaps things do extend beyond our visual horizon,
And it may not be in physical presence only that we live-
For, the eyes may perish, but would that gaze would never fade?
For, freed from the rotten bag of bones, she dwells in memories.

Perhaps, death's the mere rocking of a boat in a vast ocean,
While offering us a glimpse of our volatility and transience-
And may be whispering-"be not foolish to fear mortality,
Sublime yourself to imbibe the true essence of eternity!"

Like the composer who has long been dead
Yet lives in eternity, for his compositions still reverberate;
So do we live, perhaps, long after our death
In many new forms we continue to manifest!

Thus, in silence, you can still reach her in your hours of solitude,
And in her own special way, she will help you thru' forthcoming vicissitudes,
For she will always be near when fear and darkness sets in'
For you can sense her image smile when eventually you do win!

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