Thursday, January 18

The Evolution of Death

Among the many fears, the fear of death grips us since we become concious of the world. Was trying hard to get the thought out of my mind when I saw a horrible accident yesterday. The lifeless human body, lay insignificant on the ground which is not alive either but momentarily looked majestic and powerful. We are insignificant.
Death

the dances of Death,
knows no heartbeat,
relates to no feelings,
consumes sanity,
kills.

-gp2007--18/01/07-
[repost]
Death is Beautiful

Retracing love, years gone by
Silent soft wind, embracing cold skin
Liquid night, flowing sensual, almost
Strings vibrating, melodies actually
Golden touches, piercing memories
What music, makes me remember this
if not the music of passion, elegy
notes in blood, voices of death.

Dancing lilies, under the moonlight
satin fabrics, not real, not a lie
From afar, a mysterious glow
light, the enemy of night, crawling
Traces of wild, green leaves black
Now and forever night, death grips
Waiting eternity, but not moonlight
only mortal souls, and immortal gods.

-Gp 2005- 18/3/2005-
[*] We live our life fearing death, but not knowing that death in essence is beautiful. Delivering us from the slow desolate life, the sadistic touch of each second, reminding us that were insignificant. Death is a gift to us from Time, itself sacrificing by carrying our burden.

Wrote this under immense pain. Yes, my depression's back, again, been having this more regularly these days. Sometimes it makes me think what physical pain really is, when the pain of depression is much more, slowly eating, crippling the spirit. Its as if, our soul laid bare on a flat surface and we watch and feel as it slowly crumbles and fade bit by bit and we cant do anything about it. Each inch of the soul severed slowly, with a sharp knife, dripping blood means nothing, its only colour, numb in our eyes.

Sometimes I feel my heart skipping a beat, once every couple of seconds, don't know which skip will be fatal, but hope there is a reprieve for me from the valley of death, just for a while. I have many dreams, hopes to achieve, but this pain, halting time, just never stops eating me. Im forcing my fingers to type. Forcing my brain to think, spell words, forcing my eyes to read, stay alive.

We truly are mortal in every sense of the word. We truly belong to the night. Only God can be immortal; someone needs to bury us and remember us, and hes the only one left later, after. In death the only beauty we see is the dark. During death the only company we have is the moonlight. We hear the music that carries us slowly towards the end. And on the way, slowly, our memories are erased. You can almost feel the pain when each moment is erased forever, but then when we die do we remember? Guess the creator knows better, he watched before, many more pain.

- Rest in Peace. Anbe Sivam. -

6 comments:

With Hammer And Tong...The LetterShaper said...

Great blog; I enjoyed reading here very much.

Nirek said...

what happened bro? why again depression...
ya,seeing the death in real life is scary. Once i went to a butcher's stall, where he killed a hen with single throw of knife in hen's neck. sick...thats gruelling and sick scene which reminds me that our life is insignificant in this world

we are insignificant mortals in this world. better we hurry upl ,live our life, leave a legacy and examples for others

alex said...

"We live together, we act on, and react to, one another; but always and in all circumstances we are by ourselves. The martyrs go hand in hand into the arena; they are crucified alone. Embraced, the lovers desperately try to fuse their insulated ecstasies into a single self-transcendence; in vain. By its very nature every embodied spirit is doomed to suffer and enjoy in solitude. Sensations, feelings, insights, fancies—all these are private and, except through symbols and at second hand, incommunicable. We can pool information about experiences, but never the experiences themselves. From family to nation, every human group is a society of island universes. " -Aldous Huxley

There is no particular reason for me to have said this; i just felt so.

Jim Morrison of 'The Doors' said that death is better because it rids us of all our worries. You just said the same.

But there is nothing as beautiful as living life. What you said is true. We are insignificant. But we matter a lot.

When pain and suffering and hope disappears; we discover something which we haven't realized or seen-our self.

There is so much a human can do, so much for us to fathom.

Life is not just about job, family, money etc. there is more to life than all this.

We are alone in our journey. Make the best of it. Don't give up. Fight!

Princess said...

death is mysterious...

Jeevan said...

"the dances of Death, knows no heartbeat," How true!. I pray that i should never see any killing or a life comes out of human or animals.

Let he rest in peace. I feel through your heart, if i would be there i have very feared or cried.

Pauline said...

Seek immediate help! I have experienced the touch of depression this year in our family circle, do not treat it lightly. Love from the USA

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