Dealing with death. So much heartache he has caused. He's is never invited, but he comes bearing an unwanted gift of ‘the swipe of his scythe’. Although he is economically important, he still sprinkles grief into the hearts of lovers. He is an incorruptible ‘fiend’ who does not believe in erroneous judgements. Witnesses testify to his impartiality. Although it’s hard to conceive ‘why he does what he does’, the fact remains; his actions are effortless, some gruesome and macabre, some peaceful and tacit. He does not care what you think of him because you do not know him. His journeys are enigmatic. He could gather souls from the ‘lake of humanity’ with a bucket and dump on hot sand or take them by as small as a drop from a needlepoint. He is in awkward accord with ‘the irreversible time.’ You’ve struck a deal with him and slept in his bed, so his contract expires with you. No loops, no voids. He gives no duration. You shook hands with him from the moment of your conception, albeit with absolute obliviousness. He is a shark needy of a drop of misery in an ocean of euphoria to complete his purpose in a world of torment. Infant cries beseeches him a moment longer but only he gives the time frame and it is his only biggest and closely guarded secret.
Just the corner of that palace was her comfort and her home. Even though the whole palace belonged to her.
It was in that whole palace , She was never herself, And always someone she obliged to be.
Just in that corner , She felt her solace embracing her . She let cries without being heard.
She would never let one tear fall on that polished white marble, But in that dusty corner her tears found their home. Never once did she oppose to be someone, But the pleads of her fate would always go unheard in that corner . She could've smile at any fortune, But she would always smile at her misery , just so it forgives her. The gems gifted where nothing to her, And yet the pearls that fell where her everything.
Because in that corner lied her past and the present but nothing lied in the palace she called hers. Even though the palace was hers but still she felt the corner was more of hers than of this palace . As the corner had seen her tears and smiles and what not but nothing by the palace.
She just hoped that one day she would be what she was in that one corner in this whole place. But little did she know her house was her palace and her home was her corner.