Twenty-three

for my friends, who are forever young

Scribbles – II

what I would say if you could hear me today

Praveka: The Choice. A poem on death and suicide.

I like poetry. Words. Poems. Life. Love. Existence. For me, all of these are interwined. And so is death.  I wrote a poem on death some time ago. It has a simple message to convey. ‘Suicide does not end the pain. It passes it on to others.’ Death is never an answer to any difficulty…