The End Of Life

By Aanjana Suseel

What sin did I do
To crucify me for my love?
Weakness creeping all over me
And here I lay    
Waiting to be taken away by Death.                                                            
Watchful eyes over me,
But never enough in this loneliness.

Loving eyes and caressed hands
Retreat into their own joys.
I am thrown, uncared for
No complaints, no tears.
Time flees when I look out the window,
And see my children, still so young.
But gone are those days now…

Eyes are now vacant
Of love, of serenity.
Body feels like made of wood
With no mind, no feelings.
I talk to those who aren’t there
Someone whom only my eyes can see
 Hands shiver with the pain of love.

Voice is trembling
Words stumble upon lost grief.
As every night turns into another night,
I wait for Him to knock at the door.
Every life should end 
Today, tomorrow or day after
Cherish the day, your last memory.

Every wrinkle on my skin
Carries the pain of loss.
Every shiver I have
Has an eternity of grief. 
Lost are the stories from my tongue
In this fortunate stage
I’m waiting for the call, did it come?

Every stain in my clothes– 
Of the food I eat,
Paint my longing to escape.
Wonder sometimes, why I have no visitors
And then an epiphany
I’m alone, nearing death
My wrinkly hands may not be so warm to hold.

And the morning when I don’t wake up,
When I embrace my consolation, 
I’ll be free 
Of hurt, of joy, of pain.
In a land of no tears,
There waits my beloved glee
And here He comes, 
I find Him banging on my door.