We desire to be immortal,
Fear the claws of death.
What happens with it?
An end or a beginning?
The ashes, all that is left,
Perhaps become in themselves
Stardust in the Universe.
When the body is gone,
The soul becomes a part of chaos.
Are you part of that chaos, too?
Today, now, in this moment,
Are you studying the Universe
More closely than you intended?
Realising how insignificant
Every cell of ours is,
To all its vastness?
Realising, perhaps Murphy's law does work,
And it leads us where we should be.
A journey, a life, a destination,
Such small fragments in the scale of Time;
Yet in this insignificant fragment,
A few leave a mark,
A few touch the heart,
And a few live on.
Even in Death.
That's how perhaps,
You live on.
~ SURANYA