The Tussle between Life and Death

Two moments of solitude signify the fight for life
Both moments accompanied by a semblance of strife
One ushers you into the glaring light and indefinite struggle
The other ushers you into a glaring eternity devoid of struggle
Then there is noise at one end silence at the other but that is all we see

There is an arena for interested audience passive limited participants
Contrary clattering emotions attached to each end accompany participants
As the silence set in the involuntary participant is rid of all emotion tears and anxiety
Yet at the cradle, the cadence of the shrill voice was ushering a lifetime of mixed anxiety
Then there is silence imposed in the innate crevice of grieving hearts that is all we hear

When I grieve it is not about life or its end it is sure not about power or its end
When I grieve, I heave out the futility of life breathe out the tears of a futile but necessary end
That too is a solitary tussle of intangible wars that flow from the depth of my unreachable being
That too is a search for meaning - a forlorn hunt for unattained experiences that endorse my being
Then my emotions tussle in a duel about which my maker gave me no choice and that is all I feel

So life and death is but ONE mysterious moment…