Friday, April 4, 2014

Violence of Death

For a 24 year old guy facing death of a dear one for the first time in his life, it is beyond a language's vocabulary to describe it.

Death.
Violence.
Death is often associated with the violence which causes it. However, sometimes the cause of death in itself is very less violent. Cranial fracture takes away life in a jiffy they say. What follows death, more often than not, is way more violent.

For a mother who lost her dearest daughter, her best friend, her confidante, her mirror image.
For a father who lost his life line, the apple of his eye, the love of his life.
For a brother who lost his role mode, his brother-like sister, his companion in all his mischief.
For an aunt, who was the first one to carry her in her arms in the operation theater after she was born.
For an uncle, who was the biggest fan of her poetry and songs.
For that guy whose dream of living "happily ever after" turned into an anti-climax of epic proportion.

Mere words are an insult to describe what they are going through. Words are all that we have.
Lo and behold the poetic injustice unfolds.

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