After eons of my existence in this world I'm accepting few deniable bitter facts of life... It hurts me to the core and my soul bleeds every time I'm reminded of it.
You come alone in this petty world and die alone. You were just a mass of flesh which was given a shape just like a potter giving shape to its terracotta vessels... and you you go in the same... Former people rejoiced your life and latter they grief it.
Its in this world we build relations. We have friends, family and foes all kins and acquaintances are just a typical criteria to be a part of the world and hunger of a homo sapien to be called a social animal. Among so many animals I saw and know its only the humans who are the most hungry of all be it power, position, status. Lust and libido comes handy... He wants it all by hook or by crook...
Through words or swords a duel or an ambush...
cheat and deceit are the new accessories he adorns.
And this so called impressive pseudo aura around oneself just to trap your favorite muse for you own vested interest and stab it till that muse has lost all his charm and is no less but a zombie, emotions killed, aspiration buried, vision hollowed and a crushed heart...
GOSH!!! How gory the sight is I can bare no more.
Only to fulfill and quench the thirst of power, position and...
But in this arena where we fight like fanatic soldiers we forget that in the end "Moksha" will triumph and place where none of the worldly pleasures are allowed. Then why do we indulge in this mortal combat because ultimately where all and sundry will proceed is a place where you will just be hailed as a dead soul. You will not be ranked by your past worldly laurels. A ill-clad beggar and a rich will be sharing the same place.
I envy the hermit I saw the other day he was so free no worry no tension occupied him...I envy his vision he was not tied to the world with realtions and social nity grities. I wonder how happily will he leave the world with nothing to brood over, none to regret, nothing undone. And he will attain the ultimate eternal peace just with his doings"karmas" which he did alone and for himself.
I envy the lions cub who was tamed by its mother to live alone bare the loneliness of a friendless life will never bug him. He will never feel too vulnerable as the father lion was never there to protect him.
I at times feel so scared of loosing my possessions not the ones which I bought but my F.R.I.E.N.D.S, my family, varios other ties my proximties with people. My memories of hugging my friends for the first time are still freash.
My first kiss to my love, my first embrace to my mom... My first handshake, my first dance are so fresh in my mind...
How can I let it go?
How will I forget them?
And this is the reason I fear to go
death is not as inviting as this world is yet...