This is how we died

The sun came down

and hit the ground,

everything turned black

and now wer'e back—

back to how we died.

The moon rose up and

broke the cup,

spilling silver light

poisoned the night

and this is how we died.

The fire died out

and raised a doubt,

wer'e really alone,

no one on the other side

of the phone,

so that is how we died.

So the writers wrote

on a sinking boat,

their words washed away

like the memory of the day,

and that is how we died.

So that is how we died,

and no one cried,

because there was

no one left,to

mind the theft,

the theft of our lives—

because that is how

they all died.

And if you think

there's nothing worse,

than this morbidly

silly verse,

then your'e only

trying to hide,

because that is

how you died.

Anirban Kapil Baishya(2/4/2012)