A collection of poems and write-ups
The mortal life comes to an end in a blink of eye..
The end of a life can be seen from the beginning...
Why?!
Why?!
Why does our lives have to end so fast
We haven't even began living
And then boom
Our lives end...
We are like trees
We are planted
Then we are watered
We grow
Then we become mature
And then we grow old
And we wither...
We are like lambs in the eyes of the grim reaper...
We are like sheeps in the midst of wolves
We are like goats in the hands of a butcher
We come to earth
We see the earth and just when we want to enjoy it
We vanished into nothingness
We become dust !!!
Yes
Dust
The very thing that the ancient deities might have made us from
The very thing that we step on
The very thing that we work on
That's how and what they claim to have created us from...
We die
Our flesh return to dust
And then are trampled on
I don't want to be trampled upon
I don't want to turn to dust
I don't want to wither
This is my HEARTCRY
This is my PRAYER
This is my EARNEST DESIRE
Since when did the notion of death come into existence...
Which divine being thought of it...
Why did he think of it...
What made him think of it...
How did he bring it up with the other divinities...
Where did he sit to think of it...
When did death become the order of the day...
Is it because we mortals can't decide our fate?...
Is it because the divine beings think we are foolish?...
Is it because they think they're superior to us mortals?
Is the creator a fool?
Why give us innate intelligence and superiority over all other living beings
Only for us to die at the end?
And as we are mortals
They can't allow us to think whatever we want ...
They can't allow us to defy their authority over us...
Rubbish
Utter rubbish
In whose image and in whose likeness are we created from
Whose hands shaped us only for us to come and die...
With the grand deception of eternal life at the end of our pitiful mortal life
And we mortals believe in it only for us to bee condemned and damned at the end
The damnation we face by being mortal isn't enough??
The condemnation we go through in our daily endeavor isn't enough to open our closed eyes ???
They blind our eyes with their doctrine
They hide the truth from us because we are fools in their eyes
Yes we are like clowns to them.
We are ants who can't defy them
That's what they think...
They are using us mortals as entertainment...
Are they "Gods" fair?
Are they ever just as they portray themselves to be....?
They don't play Just
The don't play fair
They don't play Good
They play GOD
They play creator
They think that we as their creation should reverence them ...
Should obey them ...
Should trust them with our whole heart ...
They manipulate their creation
Thinking that it's fair
Yes they might have created us
But that doesn't mean that they should take us as fools
How many more centuries do we humans have left ...??
How much judgement and condemnation do we have to face as humans ??
How much humiliation do we have to go through as flesh and blood??
I speak for myself
Cry for myself
Weep for myself
I don't want to die
I don't want to turn to dust
I wouldn't accept it
I couldn't accept
But at the end
Who am I ??
I am just
A mortal
Destined to live and die
I am just
A man of short life
I come
I see
And I go
I am like the wind
I come for a moment
And the next moment
I am gone
I am like a tree
I grow
And I wither
If I find that deity
The one that brought up the notion of death
I will ...
Chapter 1 The first cry
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