DEATH

 Death paid me a visit the other day 

 It was not my time yet , she just liked to visit from time to time , like an old friend 

 She is beautiful – Death – and very serene , 

 The serenity of one who has seen so much and knows it all means so little 

 I liked her. And I liked talking to her.  She always said the same things.

“Why do you always choose her over me” , And , “She is not very nice to you , is she?” 

“She gives you nothing but pain. Yet you cling to her so desperately , why?” 

“I am rest. I am respite. I am peace”

“I am the sweet bliss of forgetfulness. I am dreamless sleep. I am the relief of endings” 

“I am the calm of extinction. I am the end. I am also eternity” 

 “I reduce the chaos of everything into the sweet balm of nothing” 

“I am the most powerful being that ever was. And ever will be” 

“Yet you choose her, every time , she – but a poor servant of mine”

 “She – the ugliest being that ever was and the most fragile”

“She is a cruel mistress and she is capricious. She is twisted. She is hateful” 

“She is the Trojan Horse of the Greeks. She is the Pandora’s box of Zeus. ” 

“She is to be feared, even when she comes bearing gifts” 

“She is vile. She is sadistic. She gives you hope only to take it away” 

“She commits unspeakable tortures. She alienates your friends. She sleeps with your enemy” 

“You love her more than anything. Yet She defiles your love.”

“How can you not hate her? How can you not want me?” 

Death was right. Life, was indeed a cruel mistress. I don’t know why I loved her so. 

 I nodded my head in thoughtful understanding 

“I don’t know” , I mumbled 

“You do know Life doesn’t love you? “, she said . I nodded. 

“You do know she is only preparing you for me” , she said, “Life is my servant after all”. I nodded. 

“Will you choose me then , at least this time” , she asked gently ,her hand outstretched 

 I shook my head. Death smiled. 

“I will never understand” , Death said 

 I sighed. 

“Neither will I”