death is all around me
the dead, undead
they eat, laugh, procreate
traveling bed to bed
the sun gives dark
the night sheds light
each moment a dilemma
whether stay or take flight
who created this world
this life full of debt
made me sign my death certificate
when i drew in first breath
someday i’ll meet Him
my maker well bred
and ask why He creates life
when all He gifts is death
Born in New Delhi, India in 1980 and is a retired pessimist (still) living in New Delhi. He has Haryanvi ancestors, a Punjabi girlfriend, friends all over the world, two (or more) yet to be born children, (many) memories of (many) pet dogs and no cats ever. He holds an honours degree in English Literature from the University of Delhi and creates advertisements for paying the bills. His interests are universal, and include: living, eating, sleeping and when not sleeping, daydreaming. Other abiding interests include reading, writing, street photography, newspaper editorials, watching the moon and planning trekking trips that never materialize.
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