Perdition on a bed

I lie like a walrus with my head on a feather pillow,
Trying to turn with the elegance of a beached whale;
Body in stupor and breath stale,
Drooling, with once seemingly intelligent eyes.

It’s only been hours since I was relieved;

Stripped over weeks of any modesty I believed;

Hacked and peeled till each layer subsequently relinquished,

Bared to the core of humanity or insanity?

immobility: I have arrived!

Forlorn on feathers of Down,

My lungs. heaving bellows forsake life;

But death and respite,

Are like a brother’s scorn and spite.

Measure of life… a soon to end quest!

How does one measure life? 

Before we get all territorial about it, let me add that this is my view; as a person, while still alive, looking back. 

I have been lucky to measure my life in experiences between inebriations. No, not really. But wouldn’t it be very Dev D ?

With all homage to Devdas patrons, my life is measured by by my friends. And the number of drinks we’ve shared together. (Puking and amnesia implied)

Life gives us parents or guardians or siblings or spouses. Most of whom stuck it out with you no matter how thrifty you are in your gratitude. 

But you work hard to make friends, and make most of them serendipitously. That’s my belief. As is finding someone to love. But let’s not get distracted here ;) , just yet…

I have been truly blessed in life with my luck in love, lover (s) and friends ! (See how I put the scandalous S in brackets)

Alone but not Lonely…

Just like muscles shrivel due to disuse and the body adjusts,
By continually rerouting the effort to the remaining few;

So does the burden for care, support and engagement converge, on the brave few still willing to socialize. 

But in this painful game of attrition, Myo-friends are finite,
And loved ones get pushed away in the wake of surging pain and mental anguish over lost mobility;

Many thanks to you for having been there, holding the fort and sanity within;Ligaments of my soul, and of high nobility. 

Been lonely I have, though not alone;
Now alone I wish to be, perhaps not lonely anymore;

What does the end bring if not a new beginning?