How It Is To Die... (A Poet's Description Of Death And Beyond.) Poem by Amar Agarwala

I stood naked in the wind
Then melted into the sun,
Felt lighter than a feather
The cosmos and I seemed one;

There was blinding light around
It lit up my insides too,
I fused into its splendour
Like a gull into the blue;

I knew I was not breathing
Neither myself, I could feel,
Could unravel thoughts of men
Like an orange from its peel;

Was floating atop myself
My shell looking withered and old,
Fathomed I was imprisoned
Lifelong in that earthy mould;

I saw my lifetime flashing
Like celluloid around,
Old names and voices echoed
Sans any traces of sound;

Then it was time to rejoice
For I found my loved ones near,
Had not seen them in ages
And each of them had been dear;

So overjoyed we all were
Having donned heavenly roles,
Sage cosmos stood agape at
The re-union of our souls;

The climax was at the end
Like it was supposed to be,
For the creator loomed large
His image infinity;

I stood before Almighty
His dazzling aura divine,
His love igniting my soul
Like I could never define;

He spoke not a word to me
Yet I knew all what he meant,
His diction, I had followed
In the lifetime he had lent;

Sweet Lord, then praised my verses
He hailed every thought of mine,
His affections pure nectar
Given with a glass of wine;

Oh! That taste of ecstasy
And what mortals fear as death,
Felt so rejuvenated
Having given up my breath;

My last prayer to heavens
A wish at its altars high,
I seek not mortality
To remain imprisoned by.