Another Realm

This poem is about life and more so its end. It is a speculation on death and the inherent transient quality of life. Investigating the line between life and death and the slow but sure approach of it as aging marks its proximity. And the end that feels more real with every passing year and every loved one you lose.

Written by Parinaaz Bains Edited by Ananya Athaiya

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When the bell tolls to twelve,

When the drums cease to sound,

It’s finally time to delve

Into the land yet to be found.

When all activity halts,

When the dust stills in the air,

It’s time to shed all grievances and faults

And march to the eternal lair.

When the walls in between realms are made up of sand,

When the accumulated ashes pile up -

To be more than you can bear to stand.

Then come hither, take a deep breath – the act’s up.

When all you know embodies transience,

When your passions mercilessly oscillate,

Have a good look at the life’s radiance

And know existence is but a postulate.

When the thoughts of terror lose their might,

When every dream leads to dismay,

And heaven and hell are not in sight

 Fables your life shall portray.

When your soul starts to sear,

When the world is hardly there,

It’s time to betray all fear

And at long last reunite here.