#Death
Freedom from the known
a life after death to live alone
A wish to see, who comes along
when I am ready to leave, & gone.
@worgasm
@pensivepost
Freedom from the known
a life after death to live alone
A wish to see, who comes along
when I am ready to leave, & gone.
@worgasm
@pensivepost
Death's friend
So my brother, have you seen death?
Is it the sun at the horizon,
Or my mother's warm caress?
Is it a lonesome singing bard,
Or is it a dead man nailed to a cross?
Is it the morning pearldrops on the field,
Or it is the sparkling creek,
gurgling in its path through the rocks;
Is it the sound of seagulls at the shore, to a seaman,
Or the rustling yellow leaves in a quiet autumnal evening?
Is it the good old moon at night,
peeping at me through the foliage?
Or is it the smiling face of my lover
with ivory wings on her back?
Is it a Valkyrie on her elegant white horse, fetching my soul to Valhalla?
Or is it a poor countryman offering his summer's harvest to the Almighty?
Tell me brother, for I crave to know.
For I crave to witness, the beauty of the end.
For I crave to be one, with the great ball of fire.
For I crave, to be death's only friend.
#everyone
#review
#death
So my brother, have you seen death?
Is it the sun at the horizon,
Or my mother's warm caress?
Is it a lonesome singing bard,
Or is it a dead man nailed to a cross?
Is it the morning pearldrops on the field,
Or it is the sparkling creek,
gurgling in its path through the rocks;
Is it the sound of seagulls at the shore, to a seaman,
Or the rustling yellow leaves in a quiet autumnal evening?
Is it the good old moon at night,
peeping at me through the foliage?
Or is it the smiling face of my lover
with ivory wings on her back?
Is it a Valkyrie on her elegant white horse, fetching my soul to Valhalla?
Or is it a poor countryman offering his summer's harvest to the Almighty?
Tell me brother, for I crave to know.
For I crave to witness, the beauty of the end.
For I crave to be one, with the great ball of fire.
For I crave, to be death's only friend.
#everyone
#review
#death
Death
Even in the era of 3G ,4G,
She can't make a video call to her long distance beloved,
But talks to him hours,
Spending her messages to the brightest star of the limitless sky,
Sheds tears or sometimes smiles while remembering the moments spent together
Can death really separate people?!
#review #poem #vj #death
Even in the era of 3G ,4G,
She can't make a video call to her long distance beloved,
But talks to him hours,
Spending her messages to the brightest star of the limitless sky,
Sheds tears or sometimes smiles while remembering the moments spent together
Can death really separate people?!
#review #poem #vj #death
Sometimes I question myself, “What is death?”
Is it something that happens when we permanently cease our breath?
Or is it what our holy mythological books describe?
That the soul leaves the body and in the greater power it imbibes!
Some of them believe we die to be born in the mortal world again,
While some give theories which even they can’t explain!
But don’t we die when we lose our morals and forget our ethics?
When we commit a crime destroying god’s aesthetics!
We behave like demons, leaving the actual living nature,
Harass or kill someone and increase our fake evil stature!
Our body may look fine outside, but the soul inside is dead,
Grief and destruction of friends and family is the thing which lies ahead!
Or don’t we die when within us our identity is lost?
And in the sea of uncertainty, our existence is tossed!
We live without dreams of doing things which we never desired,
Sacrificing our thoughts of living in a way which we always aspired!
Living up to someone else’s expectations, choking our own,
Inside we die waiting for someone to hear our moans!
Or maybe we perish when all our hopes are shattered,
When the happiness of our lives into pieces is scattered!
Gradually all the motivation from our life disappears,
So to the path of depression, the vehicle of our life steers.
The person may laugh outside but inside he is crying,
It becomes even more difficult to ask for help when the spirit is dying!
We die many times before we face actual death,
But it’s up to us to revive ourselves or lay our wreath!
Just like games, our life also has the option to respawn,
No one knows about rebirth, but in this life, I believe we can be reborn!
A little belief with a pinch of happiness can help us pass a terrible phase,
Because life has everything, only we can decide what we have to chase!
#review #themodernsaint #death
Is it something that happens when we permanently cease our breath?
Or is it what our holy mythological books describe?
That the soul leaves the body and in the greater power it imbibes!
Some of them believe we die to be born in the mortal world again,
While some give theories which even they can’t explain!
But don’t we die when we lose our morals and forget our ethics?
When we commit a crime destroying god’s aesthetics!
We behave like demons, leaving the actual living nature,
Harass or kill someone and increase our fake evil stature!
Our body may look fine outside, but the soul inside is dead,
Grief and destruction of friends and family is the thing which lies ahead!
Or don’t we die when within us our identity is lost?
And in the sea of uncertainty, our existence is tossed!
We live without dreams of doing things which we never desired,
Sacrificing our thoughts of living in a way which we always aspired!
Living up to someone else’s expectations, choking our own,
Inside we die waiting for someone to hear our moans!
Or maybe we perish when all our hopes are shattered,
When the happiness of our lives into pieces is scattered!
Gradually all the motivation from our life disappears,
So to the path of depression, the vehicle of our life steers.
The person may laugh outside but inside he is crying,
It becomes even more difficult to ask for help when the spirit is dying!
We die many times before we face actual death,
But it’s up to us to revive ourselves or lay our wreath!
Just like games, our life also has the option to respawn,
No one knows about rebirth, but in this life, I believe we can be reborn!
A little belief with a pinch of happiness can help us pass a terrible phase,
Because life has everything, only we can decide what we have to chase!
#review #themodernsaint #death
#review #aa #poetry #death
Awaits every minute...
The grim reaper
Awaits at each ones threshold
For that person to open the door,
His list of names
Is what defines ones today or tomorrow
In a world of busy-busies,
He knocks off one
Stealing his soul and breath
Taking to the world of darkness and reality,
Tomorrow maybe you in his list
Today maybe I in his list
Wait for his arrival as a guest in disguise,
Only the good deeds we committed
Can help us through that deadline
But cannot let us escape his hold!
Awaits every minute...
The grim reaper
Awaits at each ones threshold
For that person to open the door,
His list of names
Is what defines ones today or tomorrow
In a world of busy-busies,
He knocks off one
Stealing his soul and breath
Taking to the world of darkness and reality,
Tomorrow maybe you in his list
Today maybe I in his list
Wait for his arrival as a guest in disguise,
Only the good deeds we committed
Can help us through that deadline
But cannot let us escape his hold!
Death 😟🤲
Whenever bell of death will ring..
We have to die..
There will be no body that can accompany nor bags of money nor buildings..
There will accompnay only good & bad deeds...
We are living at Heired land not our own land..
We are servants not master..
There are 2 minutes of joy & 2 minutes of sadness...
We had to go in grave...
#Nahi #review #Death
Whenever bell of death will ring..
We have to die..
There will be no body that can accompany nor bags of money nor buildings..
There will accompnay only good & bad deeds...
We are living at Heired land not our own land..
We are servants not master..
There are 2 minutes of joy & 2 minutes of sadness...
We had to go in grave...
#Nahi #review #Death