Under the garish flickering light of the reading lamp
Untamed thoughts and scalding memories on the other hand
Does the prospect of dying ever struck you ?
Have you ever wondered that how many clock ticks and bell chimes are you left with until death maneuvers around you
How many giggles remain in your throat until death suffocates you in its stifling grasp
Will you die buried in secrecy
Or will your death be enunciated loud and clear
will you die valiantly ,resisting till the last
Or will you let yourself be claimed by it ,persevently with unwavering trust
Will your tomb be one carved meticulously out of perlite marble
Or is it going to be a muddy and murky trough with a grimy gritty stone
Will the shrieks of your loved ones be heard from far away or the soft composed whimpering of your family tear you away
Will someone place the fragrant flamboutantly dressed bouquet on your grave or will they just scatter morbid rosy petals over you
Will it be hard to leave
Will you feel the wrath of your destiny?