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This Week’s Topic: LIFE AND DEATH.
Life, never leaves.
Even when death comes to take it away.
It still lingers, no dirges here. Only Tributes.
Why will I an elegy when there is Homage?
The thing that never leaves is the love.
Griefs and Gratitude.
The sadder I am doesn’t get me closer.
Grief isn’t love, It isn’t what makes me remember you. It’s the love.
The gratitude that I was a part of your life and you in mine.
What do I remember? What I will always want to remember..
Your cool, Your aura, Your tense, Your scent. I see that you were real.
How you kicked the stones and fell,
How you laughed all the time. Or, just once a while.
How you never disappoint but always came late.
Is it that you couldn’t just wait to go? But somehow you never left this house.
How is it you find that amusing? How come you don’t find that funny?
Only you can do it that way, even now, I still envy you..
You still walk around like you own the place, you’ve left your prints everywhere.
Nevertheless my heart aches, but I convince it that it isn’t for not seeing you again but it is for the fact that I can’t be astonishing, striking, sweet you.
I’ll carry on for you.
~GoodToxin🍷
LIFE AND DEATH
There is nothing quite like life.
The first gift we received at birth.
in it there’s joy, peace, suffering and strife.
But there’s no way we’d go through without a dent.
Live your life, love, laugh, make sure you smile.
Because it has an inevitable opposite – DEATH
~ ©Justasmile
LIFE!!
An irresistible liquor,
intoxicating and tipsy.
Take a cup and you’ll want more,
and when you finally having a good hang of it,
it drains down to a drop.
A good girl whose bad in everyway,
a servant, she is pleasing your every need
and when you begin to claim ownership
she runs away with another,
leaving your bed unmade and forgetting to light the candle that drive the darkness of the night away.
Life!!
A treasure you own but it’s never yours.
Wife to your existence but her divorce is certain.
A child you nurture to growth who will never call you Father or Mother.
A Stranger in friend clothing, cause you see him so close but in a seconds as far like never near.
But Life!!
..is all we’ve got, even if it’s what we loose. We here now and today is all that matters,
so why worry about loosing it latter when you have it now?
~CIA….
A SONNET
I had once questioned my essence,
The very reason for my existence,.
To take a few short breaths,
Trivial moments of great lengths.
The reason I’d lived for so long,
The reason I’d lived out a song.
I had never found an answer,
But a peace rather in asking my maker.
The consolation became a problem,
I was shunned for making an emblem.
Out of a thought so depressing,
It seemed I kept them guessing.
The way to the road of my choice,
I knew I had to follow one voice.
Life had become a path to death,
And death a path to life. ~Tife
A Short Story…
We stood around in black clothes, looking down into the earth with pitiful eyes. We shook our heads and scorned at the stink of him, as we rose fists in lament and hauled blames on him. We felt the grip of his cold hands in our hearts and we let out tears.
The sky turned grey, lights flashed across it, and a violent wind of woe blew over our sad faces. Then suddenly a man appeared in front of us, wearing a black suit as ours. We couldn’t see his face in the darkness, but we felt his presence and it sent chills down our spines. “Do not be afraid” he said, his voice was like the sound of slow moving water in a river. The softness of his voice brought solace to our hearts. “I am him!” He continued as he stepped forward “You scoff at me, you raise fists and bewail my name.” He laughed softly and we could almost see him grin even though we still couldn’t see his face. “Wipe your tears! It is vain” He said as lightning flashed and we caught a glimpse of his face. His eyes was like dark clouds, smoke poured from him mouth as he spoke. “I am not the enemy, I am rest, I am peace, I am tranquility. I am the end of pain, the termination of tribulation”. We could see him smile as another lightning flashed. “You will learn to embrace me with less wailing and mourning, when you understand who I am”. We then realized who we were standing with, we stood with death himself.
We all were in awe, trying to process what we just saw. Then the sky dissolved and rain poured on us, bringing a feeling of refreshment and hope. We rose our hands and looked to the sky with our eyes closed. The rain rolled down our faces and washed our tears away, it washed our pain away. We looked and he was not there anymore, we looked around but he was no where to be found. The we saw her, she took majestic strides towards us. She was clothed in green vegetation, we could see steams flowing from the collar of her dress down to the hem of her clothe. Her eyes shone white and her hair was made of gold, she wore a diadem made of flowers: purple clematis, lily-of-the-valley, and Rose. She came with light and once again, the skies became clear and blue.
She wore a reassuring smile on her face as she now stood in our midst. “Death is not the enemy…” her voice was as whispers in the wind “…neither am I” she paused and looked round at our faces. “Yes I am pain, I am torment and tribulation; but I am the breath of life within your lungs, the reason you are still pushing. I am hope and belief, I am better days; I am the sound of laughter, I am cheerful chatter. I am the sound of music, the rhyme of words; I am the strokes of paint on a canvas. I am the grasses on a meadow, and the flowers on the mountains around; I am beautiful.” We looked at her with utmost concentration, we were intoxicated by her words. “Yes I am hate… “ she continued “…but I am love, I am little acts of kindness and big ones too. I am a kiss on the cheek and a warm embrace, I am the sparkle in the eyes of a nursing mother.” We watched as she became one with the air, she left us mesmerized. Then we heard her voice in the wind, a whisper: “I am life.” ~GospelWords
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