Diwali Dark Dank Delight

Is it pleasure? Is it pain?
Is it all that I can lose? Is it just what I can gain?

Is it the bed? Is it the glimpse of dreams?
Is it the grip of moist palms? Is it the whisper of screams?

Is it the endless talks? Is it the quiet walks?
Is it the shores of sea? Is it a bed of rocks?

Is it my identity? Is it my solitude?
Is it the hint of arrogance? Is it a mix of gratitude?

Is it some stroke of luck? Is it the dance of destiny?
Is it an inherited life? Is it a self-built epiphany?

Is it me? Is it you?
Is it just me? Is it just you?

Adios !

Puru

I DO NOT DIE !!

I DO NOT DIE

Do not stand at my grave and weep,
I am not there,
I do not sleep.

I am in a thousand winds that blow,
I am the softly falling snow.
I am the gentle showers of rain,
I am the fields of ripening grain.

I am in the morning hush,
I am in the graceful rush Of beautiful birds in circling flight,
I am the starshine of the night.

I am in the flowers that bloom,
I am in a quiet room.
I am in the birds that sing,
I am in each lovely thing.

Do not stand at my grave and cry,
I am not there.
I do not die !!!