Happiness-On Death Poem by RAJ VIKRAM

Happiness-On Death



He threw it away
with the ease of
throwing a stone into
a gorge without bottom.


Life is precious
I told him everyday
moment to moment
even between moments.

In pits and peaks
In strife and surge
I told him that life
is precious and to treasure it.

My entreaties often
disappeared into the
crevices of his wry smile
which adorned his face.

I too didn't know
why I told him that
life is beautiful
every now and then.

He seemed to gauge
the emptiness of my
enduring entreaties
which amazed even me.

If life is happiness
then death too must be
that was his belief
that was his being.

Where is happiness
after all in this
dishevelled existence
he asked me once.

Yet I persisted like a
motivational speaker
delivering cultivated nonsense
with non-chalance.

Then once he told me
that he found where
happiness was hidden
though I didn't connect.

The inviting death
the hidden death
beckoned him, he told me
time and time again.

I kept repeating
my conditioned response
to my friend who
did find the treasure.

At this moment when
I know that he
disappeared into
his happiness.


I just feel light
He just threw away
his unhappiness
To become eternally happy.

Friday, November 14, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: death
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