The Death I Wrote...
Because I Could Not Stop For Death
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Letter Writing Day "When was the last time you wrote a letter?"
Dowry Death
On my bed right now, don’t know what to say…breathing my last few breaths of life as time slowly slips away from me. Will I wash away, turning like a star; I need a place where I belong.
Flashes after flashes of foul and sweet memories keep me strong as I take this plunge in to the unknown. Faces of people I have touched, feeling of gratitude that they have shared with me, those kind words, the moments of failures and the moments of joy, all bundled up with me bidding this world good bye. Today not tears but blood moistens my eyes and role slowly down my cheeks, brushing my lips as the sweet poison trickles down the throat and enters deep.
Violent cough and the room start to spin. I see the light slowly tearing the ceiling and I smile. People wildly knocking at the door neighbors trying to enter the room from the window, the ones I made sure to bolt properly. Trying to break the glass, begging me to open and let them in. I watch them hassle themselves with the turmoil of seeing my life slowly transform in to the inevitable. Senses lost and dazed at heart, I heartlessly keep smiling at them.
As more people gather I still can’t help laughing at their helplessness, look back at the ceiling and see the light grow. Minutes feel like decades as I start feeling sleepy now. I try shutting my eyes but they don’t let me do it, they keep screaming my name and keep yelling at me… “Don’t close your eyes!!!”…. “Adil! look here…look here…don’t sleep! Wake up!” I keep smiling at them coughing blood all over my shirt and the wall beside me.
I run my finger through the splatter on the wall and trace the words… STOP IT! on the wall. I then write good bye and make a smiley too. As if I was mocking them I smile for the lack of strength to laugh. Throw my head back and shut my eyes. Suddenly all that thumping stops, cant hear the screams too, I try to open my eyes and see but I cant, I try to peel them open with my fingers but as if I have no arms. And suddenly after a loud flash I see….
I see the helpless body drenched in blood fallen helpless on the bed, I see people shaking me, complaining and screaming for me to come back. I am so evil I look at them and keep laughing, laugh while they shake my body, call the doctor and try to get me back. Little do they know I am already gone, far away from the place of dawn.
“I can’t be back, don’t you know,
Am free am safe and yet I feel so low
Stop crying and stop complaining, I know what I did,
I took the last plunge so now let me live.
Go back to your homes and talk about me
Little do you all know its not you its me.”
