My feet have refused to take another step forward....They say "Its enough"...My heart bleeds, crying like a dove that has lost its wings....The windows of my mind have shut its doors...I feel saturated...cant go any further..Death haunts me at every step...Loneliness is my sole companion....

Black has filled my whole life......

The color which I robbed from the star studded night...

The color which I robbed from the mourners....

The color which I robbed from a blind man's world....

Nevertheless my black is not sad... It's an African mystery....still unexplored..

It's the depth of the sea at night...

It's the gown of an eve ball...

It's the light in a romantic night....

It’s my own shadow...

Death is unpredictable....I have learnt to live with it...

I feel dying is an art and I do it exceptionally well...and I die every moment.My soul cries for freedom........It is trapped in a cage somewhere inside my ribs..I can't run away from it....I have to face it someday...

Let me live every moment of my life....Not merely exist...When death arrives I shall welcome it with my arms unfurled...My body would wear a smile of accomplishment....

Nobody has to be sad about my death...for they also have to taste the sweetness of death someday...