While you watch your soul drifting…those that are around you are heard screaming with fear…others uttering the last prayer…
Unless if you are among those ..who are alone..with no one by your side….a strange fragrance gives u jitters ..your being trembles with fright
But why i wonder, should one be afraid when you very well know you are going back home?
Maybe Back home you have nothing to take….maybe all your life you have wasted in being fake
In that case your soul feels afraid … or ridden by guilt and shame
But shall We remind ourselves that home is home no matter what the case..this world is an illusion that is just a passing phase
To those that have simply been chasing dreams and leading lives that are nothing short of fake….. They will surely fear the smell of death.
Simaya.
Unrefined Poetry 