Saturnalia

The saturnalia comprised of

everything I had seen,

the past to the unseen future

appears right infront of my eyes.

It will be about the day which will come sooner or later,

the inevitable abyss

When the lights will be out forever,

On the day I die,

a lot of things will happen.

Things will change but the tempo continues to flow.

The tempo of life’s mercurial beats.

On the day I die,

O lord! Will that be a tragedy?

The many plans I dreamed for will be undone forever.

The words of my dearly critics which weighed heavy on me

will discontinue stinging me.

The arguments I believed I won

will not serve me

or entertain me any solace.

All the material pursuits

I thrived and chased

To collect and treasure

under my rug of power

will be entrusted by inheritance or left to be discarded.

My regrets will be resigned to the affairs of the shallow past,

Although it had been there since the very beginning.

Many fears yet to be conquered. Those we spent all our lives

fighting against will be remain untouched; taking away the sensation of how it feels to be glorious and triumphant.

Every superficial insecurities I laboured over,

About my body, image and perfection will fade.

All the anxieties which robbed my peaceful slumber each night

will be away from the ordeal,

it will be powerless.

the reputation of mine as to a tome

which cost me years to construct,

will be of no concern to me anymore.

The towering mysteries

of life and death

That consumed my mind will be clarified so well that

even my demons beneath me couldn’t masquerade it like

when it did when

I was in a living form.

On the day I die,

Some of the people I knew will grieve

They will feel as if they were not ready,

A void shall strike them; they will feel cheated.

Some will feel a part of them died too and at the same time

For some the departure

will be like a passing wind

that didn’t even managed

to blew the faintest leaf.

On that day,

The people who ‘I knew’, the one I expected to grieve

More than anything in the world will want more time with me.

I know this from those I love.

And by knowing this,

while I am still alive

I will try to remind myself that my time with them

Is finite and so transient;

and gravely precious.

And I will try my best not to waste a second of it.

I vow upon myself not to dissipate a moment on the

Things that are beyond my

control and those which

never really matter at the face of our fallen curtains.

I was not born to be the

part of parcel of the facts

which led me to reckon matter;

Which led me to bulwark the fruits of liveliness.

And for this

I will be dancing with the people

while I can still smell the fragrance of the flowers

And telling everyone around me

That they matter to me

more than anything else.