Hallucination

I died yesterday. An anonymous death. Away from the frenzy of life and its loneliness, now it is all peace and solitude. Forty years burnt to ash, what a waste it was. Life, like everything else in it, was exaggerated. Love, hatred, ambition, care, jealousy, everything is dust. Death has no pretensions, no airs. What would you have chosen,  in my place? Ephemeral life and its vicissitudes or eternal truth of death? No more running behind triumphs and victories, fame and glory, palaces and queens. It is the calm of death that is alluring and beautiful. Life was just a hallucination.  

Does it exist?

Eternity

it is a fallacy, a lie

nothing lives forever

she said

Not even our love

I asked 

This too won't last

she sighed 

What about  the feelings we felt

they won't die

will they?

They too will be cast away 

to the graveyard called memory

She replied

What is born out of one's soul

will that die too?

like flesh and blood 

I questioned

Everything is ephemeral 

she said

This too

I asked 

She paused and said 

Does it even exist?

we haven't even met