When I died last time

I thought it is the end of the ordeal

Living is such an uninteresting drama

But every time I am revived

By the hatred of people

And the longing of the body

I travel far and wide

Away from my body and

Every time I visualize losing the self

I am not talking of the music concert

Nor the retold stories of human suffering

I watched the grief over me

I waylaid the happiness they felt

But I continued to exist

Death is not an everyday affair

Unlike living

I love dying and die every moment to live