“I hear voices in my head of people screaming and crying for help. I feel haunted by looking at my own reflection in the mirror sometimes. When I look at other people, I feel pangs of grief, a beautiful life wasted so short and then I think of my own self and find no greater difference. We all are living what we don't know, why we don't want to answer that. I feel comfort in the deep sleep though only for short time because as soon I wake up and look around I find myself back in the same world. Dying.” LifeBeautifulDeathDying Author:Gaurav S Kaintura
“With each second passing by I realise I am moving towards my death. But then I also understand how important it is to untangle yourself from everything that is unnecessary and unworthy of this life. Like a room filled with all the noisy sound you didn't want to hear and everything lying around you don't know why but it is just there because you were lost in the moment thinking about something stupid and when you took hold of things you find everything was shattering down and falling into the ground. You being bewildered run around crying, 'hilfe hilfe' and suddenly out of a dream you wake up and question the sanctity of your life. You give that confused look like you nod when you look at your reflection in the mirror and then you turn around, there is a room with everything scattered in bits and pieces, don't know why and you press hard both of your ears with your delicate hands trying to stop the noise coming out of your mind.” WritingDeathDarkPoemMusings Author:Gaurav S Kaintura