Life And Death

By Suddhasil Bhattacharya

We can still hear the hymns of the burial mass, who are waiting for another funeral. Last night when the full moon was floating at the edge of the sky, suddenly I felt the touch of death.I had full hope on Life, overflowed with love and pamper but nowadays I hallucinate everybody and nobody. I used to wake up suddenly, but now I can’t sleep. Everyday I hope to recover myself from the dungeon of death and I shall slumber for long, but that has not materialized. Rats are waiting to suck the blood, they are thirsty. Whenever I see the moon, it becomes pale and drowns into filthy water. Life please look at me, forget whatever is achieved or not! Everytime, everywhere, Rats are searching me. I have to face the play until the curtain shuts. Death please favor me. I am unable to take your game seriously. I can’t understand whether I am a gainer or a loser! I am a petty human being, I know I am not fit for the Ship but can justify the last boat of the day. Life is certainly slipping from my pocket. But I hope the last card will be mine.It is the proper time for wait and lookback. Everything is not destined by law, please step up with me. Make me compatible. Death will not spare any boldness. I don’t want to be an umpire of my game. Life is luxury, though death is fantasy. I have nothing to offer life except sorrow, loneliness and mental complexities. Death must win one sided. You are dishonest, my beloved life, you make people tired and sleepy,and play with emotions.You are too materialistic. You gave me lunacity and forcibly stopped my career as well as bread and butter. You could give me some soldiers to fight at least, but you delivered some clowns. It may usher in the fourth World war!! Then why does the red rose bloom? Life, why are you crying? Is it fair? Ok I will celebrate your 33th birthday with a delicious dish. Promise. Have you seen your mother’s eyes? No I didn’t. I am an idiot. My teacher said I know nothing, he was right, I know nothing about culture, history. I am totally useless. Death please argue,is it necessary to live long? Life should be great, not long. According to you nothing is illegal but for particular. I shout for relief and to feel heaven. Life, Your personality is covered by the mischievous veil. You are too deep and dark. You are a crossdresser. I will devour death and life shall go by its own. Those who don’t care about you, don’t know your cup of tea is very hard. My bright sunny life is waiting for the dawn to come. The church bell always rings and I tried to offer myself to the doom but never succeeded. You hindered me to be money-minded but believe me I have seen your black eyes in my dreams. Life you are my northern rising star. If life would have been married he had to sell the rotten vegetables. Monsters are wondering to gallop it. Life doesn’t stare at me like Orpheus.Truth is always hanging over Life. It offers a red and blue bed for the princess. The princess will come to that person who will break the golden bow. This life has made me lazy and obese. Other living creatures from all corners of society  think I am a burden, a big burden.I tried to enjoy you lots of times, but you gave me vice in return. Life is nothing but searching for the blue ocean but we can only walk on the shore,nothing beyond that. If you cut my vein my blood color is red, nothing is worth it. But if I argue it to the people they will poster me as hypocrite. Life is an untold song sung by trust and truth. I daily pray for Mephistophiles to drag me out towards eternity. Before the bell rings, you show me your pretty dance. The dance of Life. I am born to be dead with you, don’t separate me.I have a question for you both life and death, don’t you have goosebumps on your body for my reluctant youth? It is too sumptuous, isn’t it? But in the end love is more powerful than hatred. Though I agree only life can sing’ Andhakarer utso hote utsarito alo’. The Inferno is ready, let the life to enjoy. Science is ready to punish death. The sun god will perish the coldness of the winter. There are many wishes, many to cry, many to laugh. We are the travelers who board the station,changing clothes randomly. The funeral is the last harp to be sung. Yet life is painful and full of mystery with light and shade, still it is beautiful, so beautiful. 

By Suddhasil Bhattacharya