Death

Is this the ignorance of death that eludes us?
Helps us escape the thought,
and run the daily chakra mechanically?
Is it God's handiwork that makes us forget
the eternal black truth?
Or else we wouldn't move or walk,
the earth might stop.
This earth wasn't meant to stop, right?
Therefore we move along with it,
like a wheel in mechanical motion
spinning on its axis.
Its spins pre-decided.
But we don't have to think of death,
of its finality when we look into the mirror
combing our hair.
Death is just there,
like the kajal in our eyes,
smile on our lips,
love in our hearts
and money in our hands.
So, is the puppet ready to take a backseat?
Who'll ask?
It'll just disappear, there, somewhere.

(Written on 19/02/09)