Somewhere Between Life And Death

🌹 life and Death 🌹

What happiness is there in living?
What sadness is there in dying?
Sadness and happiness turns to dust,
The moment of our last breath.

Death starts as we were born,
As there is no turning back,
For you would see your pilot,
Someday, when you cross the bar.

All things that exist with life
Would surely die,
The heart would cease to beat,
And the leaves would wilt.

Our Bourne of time and place
As we cut to the chase,
Fame, honour, dignity,
Love, power and riches.

In between this journey,
Time,fate and flaws,
Are the weaknesses of man
As nature denotes.

All are made from dust to return to dust,
To return to dust,
As such it's is; one grain
Of sand we are.

Love and hate hard to decide,
Kindness and revenge seems
To be nothing in the end,
Life & death , imaginary and empty.

Light follows darkness
Good and evil coexist,
And that way,
Life happens 'cause of death.

Our birtb ain't perfect,
But that's history,
What's a mystery but known ,
Our death; imperfection .

Life a door that opens,
As our fate & soul enters the world,
Death a door that closes,
As our fate, deeds & soul - unknown.

Time a key that opens
The entrance door,
Time the key opens
The back door.

A state of matter ; time,
That controls fate,
And all other activities in life,
Yet it's being controlled.

Life & Death , two parallel lines,
Connected by fate, utilised by time,
Controlled by the one who
Created all.

Why do we live when we gonna die?
We are mortals, we ain't perfect,
As we journey through path,
Time and tide waits for no man.

We breath as life was breathe into us,
Our soul has its limit in this cage,
For when the time comes ,we die
We journey back to thy one.

Just like a river flows backward,
Never back to its source,
We would age till our end,
For life goes not backward.

Just like addition & subtraction,
When we were born, we were added,
When we die, we've been subtracted,
Thus keeping the balance of the world.

We don't have the knowledge
Of when we were born,
Neither would we have the understanding
Of when we die.

As we were manufactured,
As we were moulded,
As we were created,
We would have expiry date.

Even the planets and stars,
Plants and animals,
Waters and mountains,
They all have their very end.

The first cry the first inhale,
The first sprouting and shoots,
The first walk and fruit
All are significance of LIFE.

The last words and exhale,
The last sounds and movement,
The last sight and touch,
Signifies the end ; DEATH.

Death's a beautiful thing,
A gift that comes unexpectedly,
To surprise all lives,
A gift that signifies rest.

Life & Death in white & black,
Mortals are like shiny crystals,
That can be shattered any moment,
That's the beauty of going through the path.

Mortals shall live to die,
Immortals shall roam to obey,
That's the deity Providence
The PROVIDENCE OF LIFE AND DEATH

All things created by God,
Things with beginning,
Would end and expire
So will LIFE & DEATH.

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