another morbid birthday poem

death whispers, i am no stranger to that.
when leaves fall from my garden plants
unsung death.

when raindrops innocently meet the ground
rain dies.
every sunset.death smiles softly.

i know its death
but then its only whispers.
but lately death has started shouting.
today morning at the wheel
death shouted at me

and yesterday
while cutting leftover meat for my dog,
unfortunate blood.

and iam scared
at night
as i watched my kids
drifting off to sleep

it was a funeral night
i dreamt loved ones
being lowered to the ground eyes shut
death claiming them
forever.

death licks at my feet
for now
i ignore them

morbid birthday thoughts about death

to die
is when life melts into colours
and then you will find me in the first monsoon rain
for i will be the dewdrop an youngster finds
amid the fresh green grass

might be if i have luck enough
i will be the blue
of the summer sky
and i'll be the black of a moonless night
that makes the stars seem brighter still.