Promise of the passing time

A moment in life you have waited for

Has passed by and you didn’t see it

You don’t remember a knock on the door

You don’t remember a touch on the forehead

All you see is the traces of sand left behind

All you feel is the comfort in your heart

That the promise was kept.

The moment that takes the pain out of the past

The moment that takes away the fear of the future

The moment that makes everything perfect

Shall visit you when you least expect

You would never know when, but it would, my friend.

In the meantime, my friend, 

Don’t let the bitterness of all that has happened make you bitter

Don’t forget everything is beautiful if only you have the courage to make it beautiful

Don’t forget to be happy because happiness is only a choice

Don’t forget the people who stood by you…till that moment arrives!

There shall be that day as well

When the guilty feet revisit your paradise

You wonder what are they looking for in the ashes

Bones? but it was not body that was set on fire

You would have nothing to offer, no forgiveness, not even pity

And the paradise you are rebuilding has no place for the guilty

So that day shall pass too leaving no footprints …my friend!

Are you scared too?

Few days ago I had put a status update on FB that I thought was witty but not many take kindly at the mention of the word "death" or anything related. So yeah, the joke, no more a joke, somehow reached my home and it created a lot of uproar.

I wonder why? Let’s talk about death so that we live life to the fullest. I am ready to go, does not mean I am done with life. I love my life so much that I often run out of words to express. A walk in the woods, a look out the window, that sweet taste of tender coconut water...I would walk thousand miles for that sweet amrit!

Neither was there anything before this life nor is there anything after. We are going to become one with soil, water or air. What does it matter? Why not give light to someone’s eyes when we go? Why fear even to talk to about it?