Sometimes dying is a beautiful pain
Leaving the nature of sharing behind us
Some Times…
Resting in peace
Growing again and again
Some Times…
Blossoming In the innocent eyes
Budding at eternal moments
Some Times…
Looking at dawn sprouting with nascent images
And floating with closed eyes
Some Times…
Flying with winged dreaming eyes
Coupled with the viewer and the entity
Some Times…
Placing aspirations in the tender foot steps marks
Building foundations for heaven on earth
Some Times…
Embracing the soul
once for ‘all’
Traversing with transient colors of joy
Sometimes…
Sitting on a shore of a still pond throwing pebbles
And observing the ripples with in oneself
Sometimes…
Dying is a beautiful pain
Rather breathing like a living dead corpse everyday and hour
@satyasrinivas.G.
(10-2-14)
2 comments:
Death is a part of life, and since we are not afraid of this life experience, in a similar manner, the thought of death should not overpower us!!! As the last two lines say that " dying is a beautiful pain rather breathing like a living dead corpse everyday and hour..."
Thanks Vijay
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