Death

He lie down in a disciplined and attentioned manner. He straighten his legs like someone puts heavy metal on his legs that no one can even move his legs. He starts lifting weights, trying to get shredded and lean. He starts singing with his breath and dance with eyes. He starts moving towards glacé with luminary glitters of his life. His macrocosm starts playing chords with veins. His sub-conscious spectrum memorizing his flashback. The pearls of his fingers fall down with gratitude. The pleasure of being rempli fills his heart. His inner vocal reaches his mind. 

He Starts Enjoying his moment and silently dizzy in cold and white light and fade away. 

©Rohit Shrivastav