Finale

When you know,
That the end of days,
Is nearby-
And facing ahead,
Is a long stretch of oblivion-
You know,
To let go-
Is the only good decision,
Your immature mind can make.
Issues, seem insignificant,
As you instead fight for colors,
In your greys-
To spread joy,
Seems foremost.
Seeing happiness glint,
In others' eyes,
Seems a primary drive-
That beseech the love
That you'd had once
For your own self.
You sometimes,
Wonder, how lives would go on
Post your own.
Or how much dent you could
Make by your own living.
May be it's a calm acceptance of fate,
The end seems a hairpin curve ahead.
Collapse more -to hasten the finale.
Weakness, havocs body and soul-
Ripping apart all joy and hope.
Yet, curiously,
There seems no sense of being alive.
Floating, is a curious feeling -
As you drift, through existence.
Waiting- and watching out
For the clock to strike the minutes out.
You wonder about the parents-
The only souls to have loved you
Self-lessly.
All others,
Always, had reasons of course.
You choose the best of days
To give back to parents.
And make their lives seem seamless-
So that, they may go on.
The effort, is to give them the best-
So memory strikes as a thorn too less.