It's called, in my own terms, the end of a cycle,
Yes, pray, never say die,
Nothing dies, neither will you nor will I,
Nothing dies, it's merely the end of a cycle!
Imposed upon all of us, by those rulers
Governing us from the subtle and silent skies,
Skies reflecting a peaceful bluish hue on sunny days,
And adorned with twinkling magical dots on dark nights,
Merely to attract souls, like us, into their gloom!
Once in, we get segragated into religious affiliations
Meant to act upon their laws, their prescribed codes
As if, they were that which could save us and bring us back
To there where we once laughed, all the time, for no reason,
To there where we were, before being tempted,
By the many false pleasures of this world!
We race with life, taking what it gives us in heavy gulps,
Wanting more of these, undeniably turning greedy
Realizing not that those gifts from life are only meant
To tie us tight to the roots of this world,
As if, it maybe needed our desperation as its power surge
To keep on revolving!
Fret not, lament not, grieve not, never say they died,
Never say I shall die too, never call it death,
Say, rather, it's the end of a cycle,
And since I abide to those powers, being, after all,
A mere blinded fly when faced with them,
Vulnerable and fickle as they choose what to do with me,
Love this cyclic change, accept it and mind not
The pain that pricks its claws in you, running through each
Of your veins, scarring your heart and causing your soul to bleed!
Love it and live it, as one fully aware of its power,
Never say die, none will, nothing does
Never say die, it's merely the acceptance of existence!
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Written on 27 Feb 2019
Title Chosen: Never Say Die
Copyright © Anoucheka Gangabissoon | Year Posted 2019