"Keep looking at me as we die,
let your look be in my final sigh,
we've been compatriots of beginnings
of which we thought there was no end -
maybe, we'll be every love's destiny,
a passing on, when there's no real reason why,
except
tiredness, tiredness, tiredness."
Procreation is atavistic. But what about death wish? Not that point where a soul tethers at the edge of depression, but the one where you want to end things because there's nothing left beyond except pain, when li...
"Keep looking at me as we die,
let your look be in my final sigh,
we've been compatriots of beginnings
of which we thought there was no end -
maybe, we'll be every love's destiny,
a passing on, when there's no real reason why,
except
tiredness, tiredness, tiredness."
Procreation is atavistic. But what about death wish? Not that point where a soul tethers at the edge of depression, but the one where you want to end things because there's nothing left beyond except pain, when life becomes a litany of diminishing returns. When looking back is the only pleasure left. And the future can't possibly hold anything more to revel in.
Life comes time-stamped for its beginning. But why not for it's end too? That point when wishes are empty of their mojo. When bodies rediscover their frailty, and are forever at the brink of breaking, inside or outside. When you look at the one you love the most, and she looks back, and the same despair rises inside both of you at the same time - the preordained fact of one of you being left alone.
Should ethics, should law, allow lovers to die together, when they want to? To find their peace just the way they find their love? Why should there be pain when there's nothing left to learn from it? When karma has nothing left to show or showcase? When the only questions left are of beauty created in togetherness, and the sheer meaningless of being left alone.
There should always be a time to do the right thing.
If you liked this poem, consider listening to these other poems which talk of death and the spirituality inherent in it -
- An Epitaph Made of Light & Air
- Chemo: As I Battle Myself
- A Tragedy With Two Faces
Find other magical things, like a lovely free chapbook of poems, and other resources here.
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I am Sunil Bhandari.
I am a poet based out of India. My book of poetry 'Of Love and Other Abandonments' was an Amazon bestseller. My second book is 'Of Journeys & Other Ways to Get Lost'. Both are available on Amazon.
Follow me on Instagram at @sunilgivesup.
Get in touch with me on uncutpoetrynow@gmail.com
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Fly by Luca Fraula
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