I am not sure
What is A Closure?
Which everyone looks for?
Is it a signalling to end a phase of life?
Does life have such demarcations?
Before and after phases
Before school, after school,
Before marriage, after divorce?
After birth and before death
That’s the lifetime we get
We keep dividing into moments
Phases of growing up, coming of age
Falling in and out of love
Getting married, becoming a parent
Then the lonesome empty-nester
We keep drawing lines
Or adding chapters to our lives
While erasing the past which keeps
Receding faster, Doppler shifting away
Memories fade but hurt remains
We can’t get over traumas
Yet we call it PTSD
From the moment of birth to death
It’s just a few odd years
When we scale it
To the age of the Earth or the universe
We can’t even predict
Where the grim reaper awaits us
When we will close our eyes
The curtains will fall
And the drama will end
The drama of our life
That will be the true closure
Two dates in the bracket
Will define our lifetime
And of course
The perspectives of people
Who loved to love us
And who loved to hate us
While we were caught up
In their ideas of love and hate
The drama was never ours
We were mere characters in
Lives and dramas of others
Time does strange funny things
Somewhere in the future
One might get resurrected
In some random conversations
In another drama of not our making
A dead bright leaf also gets
A chance at immortality
When someone clicks a photo
Or paints it or turns it ornamental
In the Camus Universe
Existence has no purpose or meaning
And here we are purposefully
Decimenting and reducing each other
To almost nothing
Or whatever suits us
Then we seek a closure
Closure from hurt
Only to begin again
Another drama
Hoping for forevers
Which doesn’t exist
Soon I will be gone
And so will you be
We will be either villains or heroes
In shape, perspectives and
Narrative shifting world
How about seeking a fresh start
Maybe begin again
So where were we?
Yes…A closure…
Mad Decadence 