When ‘Thoughts’ stop striking your mind,
You are ‘Not sure’ what’s going in surround,
And there is ‘Darkness’ all around;
Is it death?
When the ‘Hope’ seems fading away,
Nothing in vicinity gives you the ‘Way’,
And your ‘Senses’ leave you midway;
Is it death?
When ‘Uncertainty’ is the only possession,
The ‘Darkness’ becomes your obsession,
And your ‘Being’ projects no reflection;
Is it death?
No! Dear, it cannot be:
Death comes with certainty,
Uncertainty can’t be the death.
From emptiness, life begins,
With darkness, light exists,
From the zero, numbers emerge,
With nothing, things appear.
It’s a beginning, beginning of a new ‘LIFE’.
