One Last Fall

" There are times when I sit back and wonder what the very last journey of my life would feel like.. A journey, which I'd be called upon to make even if I am willing or unwilling.. A journey whose end is infinite like the horizon.. A journey which is never the end but another fresh beginning.. Yes! the divine journey to death... 
     'One last fall' is an insightful poetic representation of this sacred journey we all are destined to make on a fateful day of our lives.. "                  


                       One Last Fall

Here I was, my eighty five year old self, sitting by my window,

on the twenty first floor of the sky high gazebo.

 The city had its usual morning buzz,

every single person seemed to be in some or the other rush.

I heard my son and daughter in law leaving for their work.

So I with great difficulty rose up my arm to bid them adieu.

Every new morning I did that, my stomach would turn into a knot,

As I start wondering, how many more mornings have I actually got?

Hours passed by, as I sat there

Gawking upon the vista of those,

who were still running the race of their lives.

A flutter of wings grasped my attention.

I leaned over the open window to usher this visitation.

It was a breathtakingly ethereal dove,

 Perching upon the window’s alcove.

Possibly, dreaming of some far off love

Like me, sitting twenty one floors above.

My bony arm lifted the camera hanging round my neck.

Which was the only thing I had of the fervour of my  life ... the only keepsake.

With great difficulty I escaped the wheelchair,  

that supported my legs, that I no more sensed.

I leaned over the open window with all my might

That’s it! It’s the perfect shot downright.

My finger pressed the button and my body lost the even

Holy  Jesus! I was stumbling down the pane.

But where was that dove? It seemed to have disappeared.

Now my body was hanging in the air

With just five bony fingers to keep the scale.

“No!” I said, as a vague thought struck,

I turned to the camera.. the shot, it was perfect!

The only thing gone, being that mystique dove.

I cracked up, like a crazy old jerk

Yet the grief in those chuckles gave me a throbbing perk..

Yet, I knew the time has arrived for me to be gone

And so my   fingers achingly began the countdown, by slipping down

Five... four... three... two...one....

And so I descended the last odyssey of my life

There was an eerie thrill to that ecstatic ride

as I was inches away from the divine soil.

I closed my eyes when my cadaver touched the ground

experiencing that

One last fall, one last strive

One last memory, one last agony

One last tear, one last fear

One last beat, one last feat

One last hope, one last prayer for every soul

“Oh  mon dieu  ait  pitie  de tous..!”  Oh almighty! Have mercy upon all!!!....