Its soo amazing, the concept of life and death…
Both as crucial and both as inconsequential as the other, without each other.
Also somewhere, the excessive amount of joy that one brings is replicated in the excessive amount of pain in another
Their bond is so strong that death will never leave life, to walk alone, for anybody
Though in this relationship, death is the weaker partner from the heart
As only when life is tired, injured or in too much pain, that it calls for death
Whereas life, is strong…built to, willing to, ready to face and experience everything
Life is wiser and has everything in it..but death only has one talent …
And we, the ones who are living that ‘Life’ suffocate it by living in the fear of ‘Death’
Life’s biggest strength, its ability to live..in our hands becomes its biggest weakness
Why torture life??? Why spend it thinking of death????
Let it breathe, and let life live!
I don’t remember this too well, but I know she was there
When I was born, when I was growing up,
When I was a rebel, when I was matured
And today, when I am my own person,
Living life on my terms…she’s here
She has soo much respect for life, never giving in to any fear
Her life is her strength and her strength is her happiness
And then she finally got tired, tired of living,
Tired of the dragged relationship with death,
Tired of fighting and arguing with death
So she called him and asked,
“Will you be quite if I am quite on my way out”
Death agreed, but even the last breath of life,
Her life..so strong…didn’t want to go..fought
But she had made her pact with death…so she was quite
Quietly watching as death packed her bags,
Death was thrilled, because it very rarely happens with his kind
That the sanctity of a pact is maintained till the beginning of their journey.
He prepared her a beautiful carriage and then held his hand out to her
She went…took his hand, looked deep in his eyes n went!
