Lone in Death

Lone in Death

written by: Naseha Sameen

@nasehaSameen

The time is near.
The heavens want me
Faces are getting clearer sharper
Forgotten ones, blurred from past

I want to bid goodbye
I try to tell them, then
On a fragrant path I get a drift
Forget to tell any day could be my last

I am home, still I want a home
A strong urge to rest, sleep
My attachment is disappearing
Like the receding waves bursting foam

They are unaware, planning for next year
building a house for me
Under the trees, among the praying birds
Soon the earth would be my home

My love is here, but my heart is there now
I want to give in to this strange draw
It’s time I tell them, I start and then
All I say is a dream. They did not get it

I want to stay and I want to go
I tell them, but it makes no sense
Words drift on angels breath
The veil of unknown is yet to lift

My friends, long gone, say it is okay
Pain of leaving them behind
Unknown, unwarned, perplexed
Is disappearing. I can only see me

I have always thought of them
Now I am drifting. The more I think
Of them, the more I see and feel me
Unlocking, discovering with death as key

The parting is momentary my friends say
The time is still. I will meet them soon
Their voices, faces getting sharper
Getting blurry are faces of those dear

I could only give them my blessing, smiles
The pain is all gone, staring at bliss, at them
Can’t tell them. I have to go, heavens want me
The moments are counted, my time is here.

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Naseha Sameen

Naseha was born in a town encapsulated by two rivers, inhabited by people who celebrate on the face of natural calamities. It is a one-millennium old city, Cuttack which breathes of tales if only one can listen. Silent starry nights, noisy cracking dawn, lazy afternoon loaded with champak odor, giggling evening and early retreat of the day, all planted seeds of stories in her. After Master’s Degree, she moved to the hustling metropolis of Gurgaon where she crunched numbers and provides realistic strategies to corporates for a living. Once out of office, she quickly became the dreamer that she is and starts writing while watching the foggy, slumber like morning of the metropolis that she fell in love the moment she stepped in Gurgaon. After 14 years, life gave her an opportunity to move to a new city. She parted with Gurgaon as friend and has moved to the city of Pearls, Hyderabad to make the city her own and her, a part of the city.

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