I had them in my dreams often,
I loved them my heart apart
But when I died, I found myself in a coffin
With them lost in their lives, I laying apart.

That is truly an art,
Of loving beyond the life,
But when death touches your life
And your body starts to shake,
You start to remember that
“Thy art has gone”.

You forget the start, the end accompanies you.
Death laughs, you cry.
The sight makes you shiver
Increasing the fear
You can’t move, you can’t talk
You just lie forever there!

You hear your beloved you see them cry
You are about to be buried under the open sky.
You start to worry about the “truth”
Realizing that everything was “a lie”.



Your voice stumbles,You ask them to stay
You fear losing close ones, but it were never they.
All shall be buried, what stays inside you,
Your ego, emotions, lust and love “mixed with clay”.

You fear that you are gonna be left alone
But worry not, thy memories will remain
In the hearts of loving, thou be gone
Your name will be spoken in a pleasant tone.

In the wrath of grave
You will be forgotten.
Your pictures will become a reminscence
of what you left, in the hearts “broken”.

-Jawad ur Rehman
© GREEDY