Bemoan the fate as you will the emptiness would still eat you away futility of existence and facade of importance the glitter of attention and tears of oblivion loath of loneliness and fear of attention no one can feel you, no one can understand people would claim they do but don’t you pretend otherwise
An emotional mess, a tangled self the inner calm when you embrace the death to be part of someone’s final journey to bathe them and dress them and then offer them to fire the calm you saw on the face the lifeless body of an illustrious man some mourn, some pay respect all move on, life is death
Nothing is static, not even misery a lot is gained and all is lost the material you possess the dress you like the expensive gold watch and that beautiful sapphire your favourite son, your beloved daughter your loving wife and all your lovers strings holding you down strings waiting to be snapped
People often invite whole family for their marriage functions generally not all the members of the family attend function some have genuine commitments,some not interested and some hate functions One who attends will have to be prepared to answer queries
Have you met that little girl? That little girl who lives on the dark side of the world. That little girl who has not eaten for days. That little girl who doesn’t a have place to call home. I am
When life begins all anew When all battles seem new A new life has taken birth A new journey on the same old earth. Then crawling and creeping all around Making a fuss with all that is found The little
Your words have become harsher these days Unrealistic, cruel and unnatural Still I’m surprised at their inability to shock me Or to affect me any further Not that I have become immune to it But, I think, rationalism is the
When Dorothy was a child she started building a castle with bricks of yellow and blue; But how could she have known that someday soon Each one will be broken in two. The bricks consisted of ideas and thoughts, colorful
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Funeral speech, we are gathered here to celebrate the life of… instead of, we are here to mourn the death of….