Our Self-Written Obituaries – Vipul Khosla, Melbourne
The 49th death.
[By Vipul Khosla]
Footsteps on water
Treading this world as if walking on water,
Leaving no footsteps behind,
Sometimes the earth, sometimes the fire,
He was water sometimes, sometimes the rocks,
Splashing sometimes and flowing at others.
Embroiled in passion, wasted in love,
Kissed by the moving clouds, seduced by the dew,
Intoxicated with life, sobered by beauty,
In the city of dead living, to be.
Death, so brave,
Nothing to lose or fear,
Lived the moment, alive here.
This artist of promiscuous imagination,
For with him, the debauchery of guilt laid to rest,
Not for who he was but because he was.
Now in infinity; unheard, unseen, unspoken; still loved.
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