Where?

You can never understand life until you understand death.
(Photo: Author)

Where do dreams go?

Do they die

Just like humans?

You say —

(Too much) intelligence is a curse.

But you forget to see

There is curse in your ignorance too.

Can you really predict

How you are going to die?

Even when the sea breeze

Aimlessly touching your face

The soft murmur of the trees putting you into trance

And you, lying on the soft sand bed

With your eyes closed, but senses awake

Only then you can fathom

Death does not need to be painful always.

Why try to understand and control life so much?

Could you ever decide your own birth?

You have everything, yet nothing.

It’s just a moment now,

And it exists inside you.

Where does love go?

Does it exist

Just like God?