Hey…
I hope all of you are doing well…
There are constant fears that stay on this mind,
bugging it,
making it worry unnecessarily,
by taking a good chunk of mind and its processing…
Imagine you’re at work,
and a random thought comes and interrupts your thinking,
sometimes it comes when you’re sitting at your desk,
or in a meeting,
explaining a presentation,
that can be make and break type thing,
But,
being human,
there are many things whose answers are unknown to us,
till yet,
even with all of the advancements,
in the fields of science and technology…
The question in question…
“The Paralyzing fear of death and what follows…”
The question whose answer is unknown and shall remain until the near future,
but,
seeing many from my family taken up by it,
and making numerous trips to places like Haridwar,
where remains of the deceased are taken and scattered as per our rituals,
but,
there’s something that even that fails to answer..
WHY,
WHY DO WE DIE…?
The fear stays as we watch our elders grow weak,
their movements,
their agility take fall,
they aren’t as strong as they used to be,
but,
it feels like they are using their remainder,
to live,
and within a few more years they’ll be using their reserve too,
and after that,
when we will reach a stage where,
their existence will be replaced by us,
and our young ones and the cycle shall continue forever…
Maybe,
the day we are supposed to leave and go back to the constant,
the non-existence of life,
or a free space where we reside permanently away from the cycle of life or death,
our departure is calculated at the very beginning,
so is our birth at the time of our conception,
but away from it all,
where we live without this fear,
the constant fear of running out of time…
Cheers 🥂
Love Waakiye 🤍
just maybe,
this is how it feels…?
A path that’s darkened,
with a door that stays open,
waiting for our return,
waiting to come back to a place that we left,
those whom we left…
Maybe a few moments have passed,
as they inquired my whereabouts,
where have i been,
and with a smirk,
I reply,
I was just here,
went out for a breather…
And,
just like that i lived a life,
entirety of it,
within a few moments,
and no-one batted an eye,
as we continued to sit in that room,
staring at the walls,
occasionally talking,
letting out a sigh,
and someone leaving the room,
returning after a few minutes,
with changed expressions…
Some faces had dread,
some were epitome of happiness,
some were neutral,
and some had fear that resembled a loss of life or,
a broken bone or a severed limb,
waiting for their turn yet again…
On this floor,
a big hall with uncountable rooms on this side and other side too,
stretching as far as eyes can see,
with a lift on one side that goes on floors wherever there’s room,
last i checked as i went to get a breather,
it was returning from floor 1618…
“A cycle just like this”
Waakiye 
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