Death follows us like a pack of hyenas
Sometimes even before we are born
Still we all think death won’t touch us
We are immortal or want to be

So we all wish and search for
The potion of immortality
That elixir that let this body live for ever
Like the gods did
After the churning of the sea in Hindu mythology
But alas!
We are not gods
Hence we remain mortal.

Still the wish does not die
The body could be mortal like a maple leaf in fall
But it can resurrect like Jesus did
Coming back to life like foliage of the spring
But it does not
Once in the casket or in crematorium
It is a one way trip
From dust we came
To the dust we return irreversibly

May be this body is mortal
But we have the soul
That represents the Supreme Soul
It is indestructible
Cannot be cut by sword, can’t be burnt by fire
Like the changing attire
We discard an aged body for a new one
The soul, the spirit, immortal
Leaves life after life

That illusive soul
Out wishful imagination,
The projection of our nerves
Without any tangible proof
Does not convince its immortality
This is it
What we see, that is it
Nothing was before this life,
Nothing will be left after we die


But we could be still immortal
We are what we live behind
As world’s cumulative memories,
As remnants of our achievement
As minute of others moments
As an artist, a scientist, a writer
An altruist or philosopher etc. etc.

Then in reality
Out of billions of human beings
How many people care to know who we are?
What we do?
In what field and what language we write or sing?
Even our children and their care less

Immortality
Boils down to the moment we are aware of being alive
The present moment is the present
Everything else
Product of rich imagination.