A SHORT JOURNEY

The birth of all is from dust,

coming here for a moment.
I will return to that unknown void,

leaving behind all desires and love.
What was kept with with love and care,

will now be put to flame on the pyre.
Some will remain silent, and 

some will cry with their hearts torn.

Desires of a lifetime turn to nothingness -
I wonder why all this fuss? Why all the pride?
From 'wasn't' to 'will not be', a mere journey -
Holding on to illusion, dying, crying -

in the company of humans.
The possessions of one's lifetime,

will remain here forever.

Web of illusion, was away from reach.
'This is mine', 'that is mine', just a thought.

Time will roll by like this here...
Leaving the mortal form, eyes shut - 

One will leave everything here...

Illusive world is full of mirages at play. 
Bidding farewell, the body is numb, with -

agony still breathing its last gasp.

innumerable pains not to be cared for...
Some dreams will remain, those that -

'I wanted' to 'I didn't' with final clarion calling.