Conversations with the Reaper

Wake up!
Huh!
Wake up!
Who?

Waves in my head…
Sand in my mouth,
The beach , it seems , was my bed…

Darkness peeped into my eyes
Hazy vision of a boat at the pier…
Head thumping in heart’s stead…
My legs weren’t mine….
But by now vision seemed to be getting fine…

On a beach I was indeed
It was different….
Didn’t seem like a place , to which, I’d ever been
The vessel showed signs of life…
Lanterns lit under the starry sky
Fumbling onwards… I made towards the pier…

Signs of life indeed…
On the deck I saw the one no one would ever like to see!!
The one no living man can be…
Alive death… the reaper sat there at peace…
Sipping at a cup of hot tea
I was bout to flee…
To late…
With the bony fingers it motioned to me!!

“sit down”
“would you like some tea?”
tea?…yeah tea…fuck tea
you are death! Am I dead??
“dead? Not quite?….”
“though I can say you have never been alive”
“don’t worry… it’s not your time yet”

I sat…
Believe him I did…
Though I had not the faintest idea of what was going on
What choice had I ?… but to trust death…
All our life , nothing has been certain…
’tis only the end that is….
Ironical as it is….
Death didn’t seem half as cold as they told…

Earl grey,
Chocolate muffins,
Pineapple gateaux,
…..
A rusty iron scythe…
Glittering in the moonlight…
Singing the solemn song of its deeds…
All was at peace…
Goes without saying I felt a little teased.

“calm down… feel at ease
and are u sure you don’t want to try these…”
silently I picked up a muffin…
“let me tell you… in death there is peace…
it is simple… forgiving… loving… liberating”
“unlike life, so complicated…chaotic”
“you run around with meaningless activities …
collecting perishables…trying to thrive…
overlooking the fact that that all is vain…
and then men say that death is the real pain!”

this was unlike anything I’d ever heard…
as much as I tried..
it made more sense than anything ever had…
flashback: more sorrows than joys…
senseless antics of a lifetime…
sensible death!
I felt like I had nothing to dread…

Sudden realization though…
You told me that I’m not dead…
And I’d never been alive
What then of all these years that I’ve cried…
Hearing this the reaper said nothing… just sighed
“you could have lived… but you never did try…
all you ever did was weep and cry.
Life was your chance to live…
You should’ve lived without the wavering thoughts you give!”
“live full … only then can you die empty…
else, regrets and remorse fill you fully”

I nod…
I will change… it’s not every day you get this chance
Even through sorrow I shall dance
You said it wasn’t my time to die…
From now on I’ll live, not live as I’ve died!
He sighs…
Looks at the sky…
Then his watch…
Grips his faithful scythe,
“unfortunately my friend…for you, it’s finally time…”

… …..!!!

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