Oblivion

It is easy to walk, walk to forget your pain.

Aimless, senseless wanderings, your mind free of restrain.

Shops abound, shopkeepers call out, pedestrians dash past.

But you just walk, and walk fast.

Nothing infringes on a soul turned inward,

Peace that you seek has been delivered.

Then a screech of brakes that jar,

Reality is no longer afar.

You apologise sweetly.

People blame the mobile, you acquise unknowingly.

You wonder what would happen if...

And then decide there is little to crib

Just be more careful planning such a venture

When you let intrude not a murmur,

Choose a garden, a park, a gym even

When next you want, crave, oblivion.

- Written on 3 May 2013

- OK before anyone gets on my case, while it is based on a true incident, there have been several such instances when I was not even at fault AND there is something called DRAMATIC LICENSE. 

Knock away Death

Death day in, death day out,

Death is all you sense throughout.

A smile on her face, your best friend,

Pain in her eyes, so deadened.

What more can you do? What to do?

It haunts you, it taunts you.

But she soldiers on, she still comes to your aid,

You realize anew how easy you have life made.

I will not give in. I will not give up.

Till I can, with her, I will keep up.

I will not shed a tear. I will not let in fear.

I will not her ideals smear.

When she moans for death, I will crack a joke.

When she tires, I will prod, I will support.

Death, knock all you want, evermore

I, we, are NOT opening the door.

- Written on 4 May 2013.

- Self explanatory.

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