Sorry, I was busy living…

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!)

20 responses to “Sorry, I was busy living…

  1. very touching Bindu.
    it’s a dilemma when people live but don’t live.
    the agony of watching them ‘living but not living’ is just too much to bare.
    the thoughts that must be crossing their minds, unsaid yet felt in their eyes … just is so very haunting. Lucky are those who get to leave the world with a quick goodbye scene – I wish to among those lucky people. aameen

    • That was a very thoughtful comment, Amira. I know a sensitive person like you could sense the intensity of the situation well. We should either be fully alive or fully dead. A quick goodbye will be painful for the dear and near ones, but still that is much better than this purgatory. Thank you dear!

  2. That is a very strong, heartfelt and touching poem. The words comes through the sadness and clearness of death – or near death. Death is a natural part of life, but this in between must indeed be like purgatory hell-bent. Thanks for sharing.

    • Thank you for those sincere words, munchow! Yes, in between it is always uncertainty which is more painful and unbearable than death itself.

  3. This is powerful, Bindu! 😀

    Love it!

  4. Hugs, Bindu. This is the other side of life, the purgatory as you mention. Where there is closure still to be had. Where one cannot let go, and one has to. Where the realities impinge upon the wanting. God Bless.

  5. very touching and thought provoking post..:)

  6. Bindu,

    What a touching and thought-provoking poem. Thanks for posting this.


  7. great piece bindu…very deep.

  8. Hope you are doing well… I’ve been swamped too. Take care. 😉

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