Dead Body Talks

I went to the graveyard for funeral and found my body on the grave. Death is not precise the way it comes is precise. I found myself in this graveyard; it’s not me but my soul out of my body. We were talking to each other. Body is mortal to soul, Soul is immortal to body, that’s we argued for. What I found that was good, though everyone was spending their life very well, it was just me who was a dead body, and once again we looked to each other and said, life is not limited but the way we spend is limited, now it’s up to us how we spend life.

My soul took me to the back side of the graveyard what we found that I was laying there on the road side. A Person who was heavily drunk with truck went over my body and just left my soul on the road side. The only dude who was there for me was my soul only.

I told my soul “Life with diluted dreams reminds me of your face when I talk to you, I feel so good. In your arms I lived the world. When you grab me I just find your worthy sentiments. A Good destiny with you is always a good journey with you. My Skin is just preached and you can’t find me with that good beauty. I lost you in your arms, I felt so bad for you it’s time to break life into opportunities but lost love of the lasting affection can never be retrieved.

I felt for you, but, love is no more love, it became a material value. Fake smile is the coin of lost love in the lonely affection. The pain is not anymore a pain but my soul mate. The tricky life has been proved the hard life. Then my soul told me that we can’t be soul mates anymore although we were good mates so I can only help you to feel this pain.

My soul in front of me with a glory of feeling less sound, dizzy moments, and hard words again satiated; when the sun rises, I feel the death has been reached but sometimes the world beyond the light gives me hope, meanwhile, the lost horizon of the feelings drag me to the dark trench of life. The pain once I had realized me with the dystopian tranquillizers. I wait for someone to give me hand but just find the monster’s undiscoverable hands. I meet with the thousands of them but I felt useless when I couldn’t grab a single hand. I tried to look for the cringe faces in the dark threshold but couldn’t make it at least for once. When the sun reached to horizon, I found the monster of the dark valley in drown feelings. Life is about the prosperity where the fortune of life asks you but never answered when it’s your turn.

It was my dream, when I opened my eyes we were just the soul-mates, it seemed that we were lonely, not my wife and I but we, because the preached skin once again recovered without hope. 

My wife died of the breast cancer, every day and night she would just like the tranquillizer for me but when it was my turn I won’t be able to be the same. Her pain was undiscoverable she would cry a lot on in the front of god, the only thing I was supposed to do, to see her crying.

“One night she said, honey this pain is not pain any more but my soul-mate don’t worry about it you’re never going to feel this pain. I know you are wondering that why I am behaving like this but the only thing I can do is to feel the pain rather just ignore and cry and loss to my pain.”

With her words, my soul just left me behind and I was watching the same way I ignored my wife to suffer. It wasn’t the soul which left me behind but my wife who left me the day after tomorrow my soul left me. On the bed lying hopelessly, she said grab me your picture, it was the last memories we were having together.       

Everything was the same, funeral, the coffin, the car, the dress and the flowers, what was not, the place, the body, the road, the people and the emotion. My friend came to me and said, it’s the time to say good bye!

They took her to the grave and did the same as we were supposed to! With the ticking of the needles on the clock everyone was leaving step by step from the graveyard. Finally it was my friends turn to leave the graveyard while saying the same thing, See you soon! There was nobody for the grief I had meanwhile with that feeling; everything was drowned with the affection of pain.

I could not make it and suddenly I lost my mind and just collapsed. My friend grabbed me in his arm and took me to the car. Inside the car, I felt so heavily like a drunk
body was going back and forth in the air, the way I felt, I thought I am flying, but it wasn’t, it was the car which was making me so drowned though I felt that the car went over me and I just completely collapsed.

I didn’t know what was going but I came to realize that it was the war of “Emotion” and “Feelings”.

Note to Readers

I must confess something before you begin comment: I don’t really know its motive. I don’t know why it was written, nor why I felt the urge to share it with you. There was no carefully drawn theme, no road-map, no pre-planned structure as storytellers usually have. Instead, it simply unfolded—thought by thought, scene by scene, moment by moment.

So, dear readers, I leave it in your hands. Once you finish, tell me what you think. Did the story carry a theme for you? Did the characters resonate? Was it worth your time? Your insights will shape what this piece truly means.