a prologue to death
-a prologue to death.
We live our life with tensions, fear and our past to link with our future…in all these matters where is our present lost?...something or anything that we can’t do to decide our yesterday or tomorrow, our present pays the price for even their thoughts! Today when I substantially gave a thought to my life… I found no such substance in it. Is this the life that poets rhyme about, or is it the philosophers feel about, or the lovers breeze about and what if its just about to…. When today I imagined of my death confronting me as if the most soon to be occurring event of my life,… to meet its ultimate beloved death.
The only reality of anybody’s life or the material-immaterial truths that cast shadow of life all along its way but still remain in ignorance…they call it as ‘life’s end ’.
I don’t know people are afraid of their death because they bind it in their narrow, passionless stainy words of end and that’s all!
I just feel to pull them out of their ridiculous opinion nothing more than a barbaric attitude.
But a thought of my death relieved me of all the pains I gave to myself. Something within, which this world and my shape decided by world killed before its birth. While learning to walk got to know it’s a race course, while holding a pencil for the first time it was a writing competition, while mixing colors it was a painting competition… just to discover that who cared what a child cares for…it wasn’t about beating others but just a first time experience that we have still...never experienced. Won’t they had better designs that we would have loved forever, the gift of life realized forever… ‘Just because architects of our life don’t approve of these designs’. These thoughts generally condense in some corners of our heart but where do they precipitate or do they…? or do we get the time to realize it ever? In the world of conserving principles, rules ,ideal ways…and all my past has got nothing, my present is lost in shaping my future and my death at the next stop asks me what future m I talking about? Why do people get confronted to the dilemma of principles, rules they serve, it with their freedom just like juices served at diamonds but their price lies in realizing that they are to serve for our betterment, people are not to serve for their preservation. My life’s beloved death seems to be not any terrifying painful experience, the last cast that I’ll be casted in…a marble frame!...nor The dark eating my vision but altogether a different scenario, the first teacher of my life giving me the liberty…n enough time to still feel and learn myself from my all first experiences, to cast myself in the first forever lively authority in everybody’s heart-more than ‘the TAJ’ and to let me follow the light of life that’s love of a life to life, of a life to its death. It’s not the fog that’s going to make me lost but its the door which I’ll open as a new gift after life, with new or personally judged excitement. Life’s end, a mere three lettered word can’t be the ultimacy of our years long life journey because it’s the new beginning of our life. A life after life that’s awaiting for each one of us…shall we not welcome it with purity of our hearts as diamonds in the fingers of death.
We live our life with tensions, fear and our past to link with our future…in all these matters where is our present lost?...something or anything that we can’t do to decide our yesterday or tomorrow, our present pays the price for even their thoughts! Today when I substantially gave a thought to my life… I found no such substance in it. Is this the life that poets rhyme about, or is it the philosophers feel about, or the lovers breeze about and what if its just about to…. When today I imagined of my death confronting me as if the most soon to be occurring event of my life,… to meet its ultimate beloved death.
The only reality of anybody’s life or the material-immaterial truths that cast shadow of life all along its way but still remain in ignorance…they call it as ‘life’s end ’.
I don’t know people are afraid of their death because they bind it in their narrow, passionless stainy words of end and that’s all!
I just feel to pull them out of their ridiculous opinion nothing more than a barbaric attitude.
But a thought of my death relieved me of all the pains I gave to myself. Something within, which this world and my shape decided by world killed before its birth. While learning to walk got to know it’s a race course, while holding a pencil for the first time it was a writing competition, while mixing colors it was a painting competition… just to discover that who cared what a child cares for…it wasn’t about beating others but just a first time experience that we have still...never experienced. Won’t they had better designs that we would have loved forever, the gift of life realized forever… ‘Just because architects of our life don’t approve of these designs’. These thoughts generally condense in some corners of our heart but where do they precipitate or do they…? or do we get the time to realize it ever? In the world of conserving principles, rules ,ideal ways…and all my past has got nothing, my present is lost in shaping my future and my death at the next stop asks me what future m I talking about? Why do people get confronted to the dilemma of principles, rules they serve, it with their freedom just like juices served at diamonds but their price lies in realizing that they are to serve for our betterment, people are not to serve for their preservation. My life’s beloved death seems to be not any terrifying painful experience, the last cast that I’ll be casted in…a marble frame!...nor The dark eating my vision but altogether a different scenario, the first teacher of my life giving me the liberty…n enough time to still feel and learn myself from my all first experiences, to cast myself in the first forever lively authority in everybody’s heart-more than ‘the TAJ’ and to let me follow the light of life that’s love of a life to life, of a life to its death. It’s not the fog that’s going to make me lost but its the door which I’ll open as a new gift after life, with new or personally judged excitement. Life’s end, a mere three lettered word can’t be the ultimacy of our years long life journey because it’s the new beginning of our life. A life after life that’s awaiting for each one of us…shall we not welcome it with purity of our hearts as diamonds in the fingers of death.
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