He was a good man…

He was a good man….right?
He was really a good man…
You said this either with confidence or by guess,
But something was to be said, during his last rites
If you would have kept silent, people would have doubted your goodness and if he would have heard,
he would have gone crazy with happiness.
Anyway, tell me this. If he was good then why his goodness was not compensated?
He has been asking questions all this week then why his questions were not answered?
whenever he asked, if his life would consist of anything apart from relationships or not…
And you laughed it off and replied, “Man, would you say something apart from this or not?”
I wish, you had evaluated all his moments of laughter and happiness, sadness and cries
I wish, you had turned back to see him, every time you said good bye, you would have known
That after you met him, he had never gone back home
On his face, the sadness always used to roam…
On the roadside, next to tree, he used to sit and cry…
You knew this right, that he was always a bit distant, a bit different from all of us?
But did you know he lay on his bed at home, and stared at the ceiling and the fan for hours…
He always used to say, let us meet, just me and you
All the things i told no one i will sit and tell you….
You sent him 2-4 whatsapp jokes, along with the laughing emoji…You always thought that he will hold and tall he will stand..and if not, he is a good man, he will surely understand…
He reads everything you wrote and thought to himself, why is it only me who wishes to end this life?
Why is there nobody at all, who needs me to be part of their life?
You wish you had sat him down and would have made him realise
You wish without reason you would have embraced him and made him feel nice…
You wish you knew he fainted intentionally with an empty stomach, you wish you knew why he suddenly turned quiet in between conversations…
You wish you have fought with him for his own good, you wish you read what he wrote in his diary, if you could….
Then you would know that his eyes really dint have many dreams.
He was there for many, but there was’nt anyone for him it seems….
We wish we would have reached his house to visit so that he would have thought twice before opening that bottle of pills…
They say that relations are binding, so his house has those two chains…
The table that had the bottle of pills, was also home to his parents’ photo frame
There were no closed ones around him…Every good friend was close to his heart, but none were around him…
This time, he picked his life’s way towards death
This time, he found it appropriate to go away forever…but whilst leaving, he kept learning in his last days, he kept writing his story.
“That, this is my decision don’t involve any of my friends in this..Don’t think that I’ll still be troubled after I am gone”
And you, when you got your life completely..You got the news of his expiry..
Then you believed that he always said the truth and now clad in white cloth, he tells the world that he is a good man…
You have come here to prove your own goodness, you’re angel, you’re God, different from everybody..
But when he was here, you never met him and now you wish to say last goodbye to his cold body.
Anyway, when you unravel the old memories again..when you put flowers on his grave then a helpless, apathetic and upset voice will rise from his departed soul..will come his last call, the departed soul will say
We all have been witness to such situations just like me, there are many good people who are still there around you…
So the next time, if you see someone like me, go talk with him, meet him, keep him in your heart…And go to his house, shower him with presents and throw away his pills out of his window
That might give him the courage to love on that might help him take the decision to be happy
Then maybe, this might give you a reason to do good in the list of his friendship, your name might be on the top..
We know all these things, but today it was due for me to remind you all because I can
So that you will not have to go to someone’s funeral and say that
He was a good man…..

-Spill poetry