Death...

An unbidden guest stealing the joy
Sometimes approached to dispel the spell of suffering
A taboo if the conscience falls in love with it,
But considered a blessing sometimes...
A dead end to the flow of thoughts
Or is it a vista of the other side?

Wrapping up the history of the past
and treasured under the earths to become one with the soils,
An end pointing towards an unknown beginning !
Carrying the burden of the past to ease the soul...

Like a vagabond lurking in the unknown streets,
I have no one and no where to go...
Neither a friend to share my joy with
Nor a lover to share my love with !

As lonely as the moon in the Night lit with no stars,
As cold as the breeze in the Norths...
Christened by the mother unknown,
I carry the burden of bringing sadness to the cheerful souls...

The curse of tears is my companion,
Like a long forgotten dream of the past,
I steal the joy of the present...
Embodied with in the Light,
I am the Dark side of The Birth !