Ik Nukta

Death is strange,
not a stranger.

I cried
not for long.
I missed
not for long.
I was the one
not for long.

Memory is what keeps us alive.
Memory would be dead too, soon.

And hence, I killed myself
like everyone else.

So is birth, strange!
But not a stranger,
not anymore.

I found me
and I was alive.

When I lose me,
I die
even before Azrael’s descent
even before death.

Death is strange
but not a stranger!