Silent Whispers - Revisited

Im a perfectionist. I appreciate beauty and goodness  in all forms. I try to make my life and others less miserable, more comfortable and bearable. As much as my efforts can make this world a worth living place, I would keep on striving for that. But lately I have been thinking  a lot about eternity. A temporary stay in this world would then lead to eternity. The ratio of existence of my soul in the next world is far greater than this shorter stay. And I, who look for goodness and beauty all around me, can not imagine a world where there is pain and ugliness and restlessness.  So lately I have been thinking a lot about a beautiful exit from this world. As in a smooth take off leads to a comfortable flight.  Similarly I feel a beautiful peaceful exit from this world InshaAllah may lead to a pleasant stay in the burzakh ( the lengthy stay which exists between both world). This brings me to think about what actually could be a beautiful exit from this world. To me it should be peace.

They don't leave you alone, Like words Uttered in a deep voice, when Resonating through your soul Connects you to another They don't leave you alone, Like memories Every way, each step All the gossips and non sense Each smile, every tear, Seasons pass, days last Yet they never dim, the memories They don't leave you alone, Like autumn With all its vibrancy of colours All those beautiful falling leaves mourn their parting, and yet Re-live in the hope, for A green- reunion They don't leave you alone, Like December Each year as it arrives Rekindles the flames of remembrance And grows stronger with Every whiff of cold wind Reaching to your core They don't leave you alone, Like shadows follow your every move Count your each step Hold breath as you pass Trace you like a map Becomes a part of you And led you to surrender.

In this chilled December night in the hue of un ending flu I woke up in the middle of a night lay still, silent, not moving only the breaths which were coming with slight difficulty, became deep It was a trans phase between dream and reality, where I saw and I felt how , I wonder, after so many years I saw you crossing my path, on a busy street, and held my left wrist, in your right hand, asking me to stop. It was stranger than strange , as I years ago stopped even thinking about you How could then, it be, after ages, I heard your voice, sense your breath,  and felt the warmth of your hands on mine. How could it be?