Life

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 Life is a genesis

Of gentle nuances

A prologue to a novel self authored

Life is akin to a crystal crystallising

A bud flowering 

A tale commencing 


Death is a termination 

Of mortal existence

A quietus of the revel that was life

A denouement of mortal suffering 

A foreword of divinity


A novel birth 

A christening performed by stars 

And wished upon by the sky

Blessed by the moon 

And cherished by the sun


Life is the demise of darkness

And death is the enlightenment of the soul

Both equating to an eradication of ignorance 

Life is the dawn of night 

And death - the onset of sanctity.

~Ananyaa Joshi










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