I visited the house of death,the day before I died,

I saw foot prints left by you all, gone before,

They were wet of tears, somebody poured in waste.

But the house was bright and happy filled, I found.

Death was not there, smiled- when he came, hold my hands,

Cool it was, freezing my blood, streaked and  stuffed it ,

Blocking my heart, closing my nasals, taking my breath.

I felt he placing a heavy feet on me ,and dragging me down.

My eyes were coming out, dried up my throat, falling into a darkness..

I came to know my death happening, slowly, waving, shivering,

My hands fallen, legs went feathery, all went nill,but still...

I was fearless, happy and hold his hands tight and close.

I heard a cry to leave that hand, but I couldn’t, I loved it-

The comfort, the hands gave me in no time, I didn’t leave it,

The cry went whistling ,faded off, and I was not knowing the truth,

It was u cried for me, but, but i can’t escape from him, as u know .

In very small time a reached above the clouds, then I got a backward look,

Miles and miles down,saw u crying near me, calling me  loudly and-

Asking a look, a kiss and telling me u will return me my golden pen.

Then I felt a guilty, I urged to come back, I heard same cry, it was yours.

I felt I’m still in his house, where was it above the clouds, don’t know-

Now light and darkness mixed me with cool and freezing breeze,

The fragrance of death was filled in that breeze, I was awake ,

Hearing u and all crying, and all sounds were passing me fast.

I then realised I never saw him near me, never I got any hands near me

I was feeling sad, why I wished, and went to that house,

But was there such a house of death- I wondered, smiling,

And I woke up, to a new dawn.. there u all were not present……..