Thursday, November 06, 2008
Death - an after life...
To some its an enemy
to some its a surprise
to some its a want, a need
Well,it bestows the earthly demise
Death takes life
death is life
Introduces as an enemy
Promising to be your friend for life
People hate it
while a few crave it
Stumbling and hurdling you might try to escape
But oh human, its something you can never outwit
Fear is the term
it carries along,
Arrives humming the mortal song
Stabs right into your heart
with a power so strong
Only to shower its blessings for long
Being faithful
It defies your choice
Soft and humbly
It surpasses the life
It only follows the law of nature
Bringing at you the God's voice
P.S: I know, Death is supposed to be much more daunting, plus this poem looks so incomplete and corrigible.. But u know wot, this ofcourse is incomplete. I stopped writing this abruptly and could never get a mood to work on this topic..I mean, its about "Death", such a psycho type topic. And people, psychotic mood doesnt comes in so frequently....
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dude.......... awesome......
ReplyDeletei just fell in love wid this psychotic task...
i still wonder hw did u get this wierd topic to write on.....!!!!!!
dude ur GOD..... wht a creative thinking dude " death takes life..... death is life..." then one more is "people hate it.....while a few crave it".. i'm really impressed wid this.... gud wrk SOLDIER..!!!
Zubair,
ReplyDeleteGud work. Nice insight into your poetic skills.
Leo Tolstoy was my favorite write since my school days. Dude u are giving him a good fight. I think he has to be reborn to retain his place in my heart.
ReplyDeleteGreat work man. All great poems are written incomplete. They are completed by themselves and completed version is different for each reader.
Correction:
ReplyDelete"favorite write" --> "favorite writer"
"Love is life. All, everything that I understand, I understand only because I love. Everything is, everything exists, only because I love. Everything is united by it alone. Love is God, and to die means that I, a particle of love, shall return to the general and eternal source."
ReplyDelete-Leo Tolstoy