Confronting Death

 Confronting the death of me,

is a miraculous reality 

unexpectedly fears just evaporate

just  certain sense of calmness stays

A strong trust of this

and a bliss just to exist

I her dance is all the romance

possibilities of infinite

blesses this I, to dissolved the I

fear, tense I no more, 

dead is indeed peace as I is no more

merging in soil  is not  death

nor withdrawal from action

but a death of your  wants

to join the cosmic dance

the realization of Shakti's dance

burns all fluff

the compassion of her, it doesn't hurt

hurts it to the icy tyrant, ignorant of her love

but her heart even melted my ice

As its demarcation is limited minuscule 

in her flow ever-expanding rule 

Minds circus, indeed a ridicule

But as a silence of calmness

and infinite compassion resides

the urgency of wants and hopes

is bound to subside

as fear of anything is gone, I rest in her lap

let the hell happen, I shall relax

cause death is not the end, it is the rebirth

my mum is her compassion Shakti, father Shiv himself

Namaskaram, Namaskaram to this existence

Hariom

Not Vanshika