Maybe, death is just...

What if death
Is just another start
Like,
Reaching our arms
      Into an unknown part!

Fear of untold
Twisting and teasing;
Scaring our thoughts
      With its endless taunts.
What if death
Just kills our physical form
Leaving our souls
      To wander around.
Sorrow or happy
      No one knows…
Maybe,
Some things are better
      Buried untold.

What if death
Is just another start
Like,
Reaching our arms
      Into an unknown part!

Maybe we die
      Just to be born
Again and again
      As a twisted plot.
Maybe,
The universe as whole
      Has a law to bind
To conserve and tally
      The lives it hold.
Could be a bee
      Or a alien tree
Born next time
      As pestering as me.

All could be a gamble…
Nothing but chances.
Maybe,
The karma doesn't
      Work as it seems.

If I think a lot
Or will the brainy of all
      Conclude this talk;
Or could this really-
      Really, converge to a point.
Maybe,
A voice from the dead
      Could stir our thought…
But wait,
Surely our brains
      Will never credit that thought.
'cause "a voice from dead"
      Seems so silly as it sounds.

What if death
Is never full stop
Like,
A single dot
      On a bigger canvas!

Oh wait...
If death is never the end
Could birth be never too?
Or what if
Our complete existence
      Be just our thought's loom.
Collective dreams and looping scenes;
Built so brilliant
      By the powers unseen.

Could be program
An elegant one.
I will be the bug
And
You are the file I corrupt.
Maybe a simulation
      Built just for fun.

What if death
Is never as we thought
Like,
A never ending code
      Or an experiment so cold!

Maybe,
We are the "lab-rat"
      Running on the wheels
Surrounded by beings
      Who can change what we feel.
We just see
      The tip of a berg
Could there more
      That no one knows.

What if life
Was never the point
Like,
It’s a diversion from
      "Even bigger" plot.
A diversion from
      "Even bigger" plot!
Bigger plot...