Death

We spend our whole life trying to stop death. Eating, inventing, loving, praying, fighting, killing. But what do we really know about death? Just that nobody comes back. Then there comes a point – a moment – in life when your mind outlives its desires, its obsessions, when your habits survive your dreams, and when your losses… Maybe death is a gift. A gift just waiting to be opened by the impatient us children and not even knowing what lies next, or is it a merely a feeling which elevates you to the higher level of conciousness and spirituality,or is it as they say to great minds Death is nothing but the next great adventure, who knows i don’t never been dead though would love to seek that adventure or rip apart that giftbox and many don’t even hesitate to do so. and that is where the concept of Suicides come in. i say suicides are always handsome for they are afresh in people’s mind whenever they encounter a death esp. suicidal death. but its something i wouldnt do because i think too much for the people around and how my death will affect them and definetly don’t want them to suffer because of me and anywayz i am not suicidal so dont worry. Death is nothing but a promise made to each of us at birth. But before that promise is kept, we all hope something will happen to us. Whether it is the thrill of romance, the joy of raising a family, or the anguish of great loss, we all hope to experience something that make our lives meaningful. But the sad fact is, not all lives have meaning. Some people spend their time on this planet just sitting on the sidelines waiting for something to happen to them, before it’s too late. And nothing does happen. They come and go and no one is affected but then again who knows for i tend to believe every life has a meaning a purpose to be created and be in this world, and everyday of our meagre lives we are nothing but struggling, struggling through the day to find the meaning and purpose of our existence, but the day that purpose is known people will tend to run away from it because who would want to die yet they want to fulfil their purpose its a situation like everyone wants to go to heaven but no one wants to die…Silly People! seems like haven’t wantched Anand where Rajesh khanna says ‘Babu moshai! Zindagi aur maut uper wale ke haath hai jahanpana, jise na aap badal sakte hain na main. Hum sab to rangmanch ki katputlia haim jiski dor uperwale ke haat bandhi hai. Kab Kaun Kaise uthega yeh koi nahi janta’ which translates as shakespeare’s famous quote with a twist that ‘Life and death is at the hands of the Almighty. we all are mere puppets to his hands and no one knows when he is pulled up’

Hope???

Hope is something we hear about every day of our lives. Advices on not to leave hope in times of distress and blah blah blah and one thing that hope is associated with is a candle. The mindless people who put their msn nicks on quotes like hope is a candle that pierces the darkness and what not but my perception of hope is far more removed from such ‘golden thoughts’. if hope is a candle that pierces through darkness then that candle’s light does nothing more than make the darkness more terrorizing and fearful rather than hopeful…try carrying a candle in a strange place lonely you’ll know what i am talking about… furthermore if someone is with you whom you have full confidence on and trust upon makes this terrorizing journey with or without the ‘hope’ candle much more easier but as Rani mukerji said in a movie ‘Apne itni asaani se thori na miltey hain ‘which translates as ‘you dont find someone like this that easily’.

Love after Love

the time will come
when, with elation
you will greet yourself arriving
at your own door, in your own mirror,
and each will smile at the other’s welcome

and say, sit here. Eat.
You will love again the stranger who was yourself.
Give wine. Give Bread. Give back your heart
to itself, to the stranger who has loved you

all your life, whom you ignored
for another, who knows you by heart.
take down the love letters from the bookshelf,

the photographs, the desperate notes,
peel your own image from the mirror.
Sit. Feast on your own life

just a poem i thought wud b gud to share to begin this blog