Can you ever feel the life in Death?
This is neither from depression nor any absurd thought. This is just a realisation of an individual.
Death - the word itself is drenched with tears, uttered with fear, it's nothing but a pure 'negative'. This is the accustomed fact.
But, I always see 'Death' through a different mirror.
Lifelessness is death. I feel that there's something beyond this fact. Many people there are who aren't full of life, hell has sucked the last green from them. But they still breathe.
Being burnt in the acidic eyes of society, she regularly has to lie on the forbidden bed of cactus to buy a rose for the smile of her dying husband, to submit the pending fees of her son's school, to feed the family anyway. Then where is Death here, in that lifeless woman, or in the dying husband, or in the acidic eyes of society?
Death is nowhere. Here are some pictures of 'to Die', the dying of self and the dying of society.
Actually we are afraid to lose. That's why Death is so ugly to us.
If you can hear the sound of the silent depth of Blue, you can discover the true self of Death. The brightest light beyond the dark tunnel is Death. The Zenith across the universe is Death. Death is nothing but a little bud of life covered with rainbow feathers.
You'll find the first cry of creation in Death. Just look at him with motherly eyes, you'll see the newborn hands painting dream.
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