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Tasting Death

Poetry By: aruntp
Poetry



Death a mysterious as well as a spiritual state which is difficult to explore from the existing world of limited sensory faculties. One can only imagine what that state would be…like. It is not wrong to touch the layer of death, but after only you realize that the whole perception is gone for ever. Touching death is like floating through unknown dimension of reality.

Death is not destruction of physical body; it is the state where the conscious departs for ever from the physical body.

There are numerous ways to touch the dimension of death. One is natural death, and it happens in time. Learning to die is a myth! If one consciously wants to step into that dimension, one must need great courage and will to do so. The state of Death strikes suddenly for all without any notice…

The “God of Death” is the most beautiful God of all God’s! Only he comes for you to lead to the supernatural world of reality. You will be having nothing to take with you from this world atlast, even family, land, home, self, beauty are thrown down to the earth itself. The final travel is alone and alone where no one accompanies.

Fear of Death is nothing but fear of loosing sensation and perception. The fear is also the fear of loosing consciousness. The world exists only in these three vital phenomenons.


Submitted:Sep 23, 2010    Reads: 70    Comments: 0    Likes: 0   


Let me die of my own,
Stabbing my heart to stop beating for ever!
The last beat is precious than the first;
As no beats appears again!
Let me die of my own,
Hanging on the tree branch stopping breath for ever!
The last breath is precious than the first;
As no breathing appears again!
Let me die of my own,
Jumping from the mountain top crushing my body into pieces!
The last moment is precious than the first;
As no movement appears again!
Let me die of my own.
Jumping into the abyss of ocean stopping all holes to respire!
The last moment is precious than the first;
As no respiration appears again!
Let me die of my own.
Drinking poison to fill my tummy to explode!
The last moment is precious than the first;
As no appetite appears again!
Let me die of my own.
Rejecting everything from this world!
The last moment is precious than the first,
As nothing happens again!




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