I have kept death waiting.
It is walking briskly behind the doors.
Will it now turn the knob and step inside
Or will it sit down and wait till evening, only to meet
On the verandah or the stairs!
Death waits for the humans, counts days for a violent downpour,
Roams around the hospital premises…..
Is it actually aware of the exact point where we shall meet?
After the moon sets? Or –
At that split-second moment when the house crumbles?
What is there in death that
Everyone departs along with it when they meet!
If I go, I will not take anyone with me
My restless shadow will remain on your walls sans any marks.