Published May 18, 2015 by Shreya Rajvanshi

Don’t you think it’s unfair of
Life to come without a warranty card
So that we’d know when it expires,
When we end, and we can groom
Ourselves differently at every
Step, shape ourselves better every
Minute and be ready for the hailstorm
That runs down and freezes the hands
Of our clock, if only we knew when
We’d start to rust, maybe we’d start
To wipe off the dust, and for once
Put our needs first, right each wrong
We’ve done, undo each error we’ve
Made, let all the unsaid words just
Flow, and all the hidden thoughts
Just glow, if only, life played fair
And came with a Warranty card.


36 comments on “Warranty.

  • This is SO beautiful!! A really unique theme. Loved it.
    Another thought that came to my mind is, if we knew when is it that we are going to die, I think it would somehow lower our spirits. We’d think: “Whatever I do, how’s it going to matter? I’m going to die anyway.”
    I think it’s best that the time of our death is unknown, for rather than making us live life to the fullest it will only make us feel vain.
    This is just another thought that came to my mind. 🙂

    • I get your point, I totally do. But then, a little warning would be appreciated from the other end, it is so sudden, so unpredictable amd abrupt, that more than half of the time you wonder “what just happened” instead of “this really has happened!”
      Also, someone close to me had lost someone extremely close to her, so I wrote this poem so that she could vent out her anger a little here.
      But hey, I completely agree with what you said. No doubt about that.

      • Oh yeah, I know what you mean. It’s so nice of you to make a poem for her. 🙂 I hope it made her feel atleast marginally better.

  • People with warranty cards. Such an unsullied notion of death.

    But imagine a mother who learns through a warranty card that son would die at the age of 27 and she – the one who gave birth and nurtured him would have to bury him before her time?

    How about a father who gets his warranty card that says, that says he would die leaving behind a young wife and two little babies?

    You have a beautiful way with words. They seem to meld into beautiful forms. The finality of death is very harsh which makes romaniticising mortality a very tricky subject.

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