The pantomimist

He never said a word where
None would suffice. And really
Words were luxuries, wrongfully
Labeled as necessities

Freedom who, freedom where
Freedom when, he couldn't go
Home, which home was it really !!
He didn't say, he smiled sad

This is your place, this is where
You belong, they always said
He never used words, he never
Raised his voice, he only smiled sad

Borders and limits and words
Languages cultures Nations
Religions and loyalties and society
Freedom from whom ? Freedom when ?

The home was long lost among
Those borders drawn and the earth
Divided, for whom ?? His earth, his love
His birthright. He never said a word.

Kisses were perversely preferable than wars
He made love to the earth in a very profane way
Across the borders of the living and the dead
Though he got murdered, did the pantomimist die !!!

I am IMMORTAL until I die

Does the normal and healthy human mind ever accept the possibility of dying the very next minute ? Experience tells us that men die, we have read that men die, we have seen men dying in movies, in reality too. But do we ever remember  being dead ourselves ? Do we have any first hand experience about dying ourselves ? Of course not. We are alive. But what exactly is life, is life 'the existence'? We see the world changing around us, we see things changing forms, people appearing and disappearing out of virtually nowhere. When we see that a person has disappeared into nothingness, we say that the person is dead. What would happen when we disappear like that ourselves, would we stop existing ? Who really knows. We all secretly think that we are immortals until we finally die, or do we really die ?