Death does not arrive
with an appointment
Death comes over like
a forgotten crony
Banging your door at 3am,
drunkenly stumbling to
Find the latch, giving you but
A moment’s notice, because death lands
Unannounced, unwanted, forcing
you to acknowledge its existence
Forcing you to enforce your
Ideals of hospitality and forget routine
Guest above all, guest above all, guest above all
Death does not care
For the movie you torrented
Or your daughter’s school fest
Or even that book marked at 281
Death only cares about itself
It bursts into your life owning everything
Hollowing out your existence and taking
Over your belongings, your cardinals
Death becomes the unexpected companion,
Accompanying you as your plus one
To every outing, from the market to the gala
Shadowing you and eclipsing all
And when death leaves
You are left to pick up the pieces
Not knowing in what dusty corner
it left behind its dirty laundry
When death leaves, you sit down and assess
Not wanting to address the silence that screams
When will death return?
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I love how you you have put forward the harsh reality of death in a poem. Ive always thought about it- how it just comes and you cant escape it and how it actually wont wait for anything.
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Aah, I’m so glad you liked my interpretation! This is something I’ve been wondering about for a while, and with some personal experiences, I couldn’t not write it anymore.
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I love it as it’s so true! It also is a sign of growing wiser when one learns to accept death as the only certainty in this entire roller coaster that we call -life !
Very well written Lalant!
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Thankyou so much, it means a lot that you liked it! ❤
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This hit me damn hard dude. Plus its so lyrical! Love it Lallantika❤
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Ahh, I’m so glad you liked it Bhaggu ❤
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Hey, this is amazing. It really shook me up. Also throwback to ‘An evening in Samarra’, that story about Death they tell in Sherlock S4. Whoa.
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Thankyouu ❤ Omg, ikr?? Like when I wrote it, I totally imagined the cloaked figure, except this time s/he was chilling in the living room with a cold beer or something 😛
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Buddy, woah! I loved it, even though it’s slightly morbid. Mainly because it’s true. Post more often!
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Thankyou so much Ragini ❤ Ahaha yess, trying to post!
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