Once upon a time
On the land where lives life
Lived two sisters,
who despite sisterhood despised each other with their soul, heart and mind.
For their names were so decided to be Birth and Death.
their eternal war was said to be
destined by an oracle who knew of everything….
The oracle knew of the romance between birth and her lover, life.
And he knew also of the hate and war between death and the lover of her own sister – life.
Amidst the war:
Birth was pained because,
Death always came to the children she had with life.
Sometimes, Death let her children live to be old and good.
other times, Death took the ones who were young and still had a heart of gold.
Birth had now had enough of her sister’s wrath over the children she and her lover so dearly loved.
So,hand in hand, side by side with life, she began the quest to find the wretched house her sister must dwell, to find all children who were snatched from the cradle beside her bed.
Rumoured it was that, Death lived in a shady house,old – with cracked windows and creaky floorboards.
Birth was outraged at the thought of her children being put in a house so different from the one she left in the land of rainbows and sun.
She and life went door to door found the oracle who knew it all And asked him where was that depressing hell hole where in were put her loving toddlers to die and rot.
She was told to climb a stony hill, reach the mountains of snow and low will. then must she cross the river of mistrust, sadness and hoplessness and that is when will come in sight the house that holds her sister and children she has borne with life.
After coming to the doorstep of what looked like a horrible misconstruction she knocked thrice, in her mind she was reminded of the ugly face of her sister with a long crooked nose, pale skin and groggy red eyes.
but,the one to open the door was a young lady with a beautiful smile and twinkling eyes. red they were yes, but twinkled they did like stars of a shiny night.
Her sister looked happy,
Life had known the sister of his wife, all his life. And never had he seen her so happy and nice.
He could hear people inside the house He could hear giggles and laughter And feel warmth and happiness just after.
He couldn’t belive that happiness could exist where Death lived and was astonished when instead of putting up a fight death welcomed them in, by stepping aside.
Shocked though Birth was, she also was curious.
She entered her sister’s home and found her children laying, laughing and playing.
Now, that she saw them again,
Birth realised, not all her children had been nice when at life.
Some of them were killed and some of them had killed and some just died.
“I don’t mind you taking away the children who were sinners when alive for by rule of karma, every sinner is punishable to their crime but, ask I must dear sister,why did you kill the ones who had been very nice?”
On hearing this all went silent and still.
And in an ancient voice answered
Death as though speaking this answer killed her on the inside.
Said though she did,
“Sister, let me answer by asking thy this, when in a garden, which are the flowers thy pick?”
“The most beautiful ones”.
Came the answer in the voice of Birth, who was growing weak by the minute, trembling.
“exactly” replied Death,
“I can’t resist the beauty and happiness thy children have, for I need some in this depressing place I have been assigned with by lord hades”.
“And, ask before thy do answer I will, I kill the bad ones so that they like weeds don’t spoil the nice ones from growing.”
Speechless was Birth for, She had hated a sister who had yearned for love all her life.
Birth came forward from where she had been standing before and outstretched her arms to welcome her sister with love.
Death did not hesitate,
And thus, were united two sisters who were parted at birth and then was decided the cycle all living have to go through.
The cycle of Birth, life and Death. Good ones are taken to a better place and bad ones are taken to the place they belong.
Dear,fellow human your loved ones aren’t dead, they are but, in a beautiful place, living a life free from worries.
They have no yesterday to be ashamed of and no tommorow to care about.
they just have to live in now.
Be happy for them.
And its not like you will never see them again.
Look forward to the time you will sit and talk love and life to your gone loved ones again.
Till then just learn to be happy not from your heart but, from your soul and see the world change with a spark and glow.
Don’t worry my friend your loved one is just around the corner watching out for you and waiting till the sister of birth takes you to them again.
It is Just a little wait.
