THE FINAL ACT - SWATHI MADHAVAN

Failed to move on towards a good life,

I took a bold decision holding a knife.

I stood before mirror shakingly in the late hour,

thinking of how my life kept giving me tear.

A battle ensued in mind to commit suicide,

unable to cure my wound or unable to hide.

Mind against heart, life against death,

to gather courage, I took a deep breath.

To strike my vein precisely at the right spot,

I gripped the knife emptying all thought.

But my body might have wanted to live a little.

Sweat ran past tear to intervene in the middle.

As I saw the sweat on the knife, dazzling like a pearl.

I paused to contemplate like the sweat really did stall.

Yet I stoke, blood flowed just like tear and sweat.

A calm came over suddenly with a steady heartbeat.

Sitting in the pool of blood feeling its warmth. 

I wonder if I have succeeded in facing my death.

Slowly mind is numbing, eyes are too dimming. 

Can’t think anymore as if I am lost in dreaming.  

The End