Dear Death

Dear Death

No matter how many times I see you, you always amaze me. Its new each time I met you. But one thing you often do is to bring Friends and Family together. Though you bring pain, a lot of it, I still thank you for bringing peace to the departed.
I wonder what deal you struck with him, I hope he wasn't scared. You two share a decade long friendship, thanks for waiting for him and letting him spend time with us. Thanks for the precious 11 years. Thanks for bringing him closer to God. I wish you would bring me along or may be write a letter telling me all about my friend. How he dresses there. IS he happy and finally relieved of all the pain? Does he look like old self, strong, loving and ferocious. Or may be he grew wings? I wonder. I liked hi beard so much and he would never shave it for me. He would often say, I will grow it like a Santa when it turns completely grey. And I Was waiting for years. Tell him I will wait for more years if only he could appear once with that long white beard and let me play with it like I usually do.
Tell him I kept a photograph of his woman and his youngest. Tell him to look at it and remember the secrets he shared and the loving times. What language does he speak now? Can he understand what I write? May be he will forget me coz he is with his parents and brothers now. May be he is catching up with his friends there? But tell him I am waiting. Once he has done telling his father all about his good deeds and how beautifully he lead his life, ask him to look at me. May be give a sign that he is listening? Anything would do. I cry in the dark and in secret. I do not know how to express my sweet agony.
I could never drink with him nor tell him of my girlfriends. May be we will sit somewhere calm and I Would tell him all about it. Can you take me along with you? May be I will look at him from afar just once in his shining new dress.
I can't forget the last few days and the few words he uttered. I cant forget his face when he took the last breathe.
If I could plead with you to bargain a few years of my life for his, I would have gladly knelt at your feet leaving behind my pride and bowed in front of you. Just a few more years. May be I would show him how beautiful the home I built for him looked. Take him for a walk. Take him to a good restaurant. Play Beatles and watch him slip away into memories. Just a few more years. My friend, I will write you often. There is no other way for me to talk to you. I wish and hope you read my letters and may be reply someday.

Love You
Na!