Beauty of DeathA Poem by Ashwin ShankerFall in love with it
There is no escape from it Every moment brings it a few inches closer Under a candle light we strive forward Unaware that at some point, we will meet it. The mind, that clever little voice reminds ‘Look, it is everywhere around you, but you are still here,
living’ But when it does arrive, no mind would be alive to say, ‘I
told you so.’ Such fear it instills within us all, a crime to even take
its name, such a taboo. At its very thought or mention, the thought itself is killed
off. We wake ourselves, remind ourselves, That we are alive, why entertain such thoughts. Why should we be afraid of the one we would meet today or tomorrow?
Let the thought start the revolution, let it spark the
realization. That this body is only for today or tomorrow, Let us forget mortality, spirituality we shall follow. No point in soaking our cheek, no need for sorrow. There is no species ever born that it cannot swallow.
Let us embrace that which is never a lie. The truth which Jesus, Buddha and Krishna knew. The ones who embraced the beauty of death, the chosen few. The soul is immortal, it is the consciousness That which changes forms, only one of which the body that we
live in. Let us accept the all-knowing, the all powerful Let us sing in its praise, dance in its presence. Realise that this moment is a gift, let us be mindful, That death is just a celebration, which ends in silence. © 2017 Ashwin ShankerFeatured Review
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19 Reviews Added on January 7, 2017 Last Updated on January 8, 2017 AuthorAshwin ShankerCalicut, Kerala, IndiaAboutI am 25 years old, copywriter working at Mullen Lowe Lintas Group, Mumbai. I love writing and have been doing the same since six-years-old. I am a huge fan of communities of writers who support eac.. more.. |


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