Sorry, I was busy living
While you were vis-a-vis death
But I have been thinking of you (?).
The problem is:
You are no longer doing anything;
You don’t utter a word these days;
You are tethered to the railed bed,
And rooted to the myriad devices.
Thus you lie there in the ventilator
Day after day, living your death.
Though your body is there
Your presence is slowly fading.
What you have already done
Is of no significance
As there are no updates or posts.
If you were dead, they could declare it
And get through this uncertainty.
But you have put us in a dilemma –
You are alive, but not lively!
You are not dead, but inactive!
You are in a coma –
A comma, not a full stop,
That points to infinity!
What am I to do?
I cannot take time out
And sit beside you,
Staring at your eyes
That don’t bloom.
What are the feelings beneath?
I can’t read them.
Time to go back -
Life is beckoning!
Forgive me, I can’t take you along.
This purgatory is hell-bent
On holding you, it seems.
Moreover, you have no role left to play
In the world of the Living!
(Even celebrities are forgotten when they are no more active. Out of sight, out of mind. Life is like that – so cruel!)