Sunday

Death

Death is a matter of perception...like everythin else in life.
Death is bloody...it's filled with gore.
Death is peaceful...it leaves as suddenly, as it comes.
Death is red, cause it's angry ... and it takes away, those not worthy of life.
Death is white...cause it's in the form of an angel.
Death is sudden ... that's why I'm scared...
Death kills slowly... so sometimes, I linger...
Death does'nt talk...because it only has hands that kill
Death whispers softly in your hear, when it's around...
Death is alcohol, cigarrettes, fire, wood, water...
Death is love, love, love, love, love...

No body know's when death is going to come, sometimes it just takes away, what it came for...sometimes, we get to say goodbye.
Is it a person, who comes to take us away? Is death in our heads and the way we think? Do we tell our body, it's time to let go... and is that what death tells us to do?

Is there a light, that will lead us away from death? Is there a tunnel? Is there a train, which takes us to heaven? Or a stairway? What if i get tired walking upstairs?...What if it's downstairs? What if i can't pay the fee at the station?

What If I Don't Want To Go Away? What If I Want To Stay? What If Death doesnt have a reason, but it just wants me to die? What IF I Dont want to die?

3 comments:

Anand Lobo said...

hmm .. this post seems a lil' morbid
not exactly the stay-c-gurl i got used to before i left
interesting questions though, i thank you for the last 2 verses for me to ponder ..
:-P
*keepblogging* n tc

Ritesh Whitecrayon Jeswani said...

hug..

Anonymous said...

Death is Sudden- thats the scariest part.

But theres a reason for everything-

*stops cos i dont know how to put into words whats in my head*

ttyl