Who is Death? How is death?

Death came to me on a dark night, when I was realxing on a mat in the bedroom of a flat in Noida. So.. How is death? And What is life ?

Death is beautiful, elegant, classy, mysterious, happiness, sorrow,peace, love, hate, anger, jealousy, sacrifice,hunger, thirst,  The Absolute, Truth, finiteness, the Infinite, imagination, reality, change, growth, decay, a reflection of life itself.

Death is connected to life. It is the key to acceptance. One who accepts may accept life on all terms.  I recorded a few more sentences on death and it pervaded the soul of my DVR, the batteries.. LOL Talk of death and is shows up at your doorstep.

It is like a dream or perhaps an awakening from a dream, into imagined reality. Nobody has seen death but everybody claims to be a witness to its  appearance, certainly its presence.

                   Death is my  Valentine,  My Love, that waits for its time patiently, to embrace me ever so lightly, so tightly to shield me, so nobody  else can steal me. She is always around, like a good friend,  loyal and  honest, And you know it, feel it, experience it, hear it, in your heart beat, in the warmth of the flesh and the skin, the sound of your breath , that threatens to desert you at the slightest provocation, or  hold  you ransom, to its whims.

      In death, there is freedom, from all things that bind you to this world, no desires, no wants, no thoughts, no actions, or their consequences, nothing at all, not even the sound of silence.   Death is an uncertain certainty that no man has escaped till date and perhaps never could, not even in his dreams.   It  is fair and certainly unfair. It is whimsical, creeping silently under your feet.   Death is acceptance. There is no bias, none whatsoever.

Death accepts, men, women and children, the trees and the beasts.  All are welcome.  We can see death in a new light, beyond the dark description, fearful and borne of the ignorant.   Death is beautiful, for it is the work of Almighty God, as are we.   It keeps us waiting, and guessing, adding excitement to our lives, springing a surprise, pleasant, or unpleasant, as some choose to experience.  

Death is life too, and no spring would find lips singing and lines written about it, were it not for the autumn, which unfolds with the  Death of leaves and perhaps trees.  The leaves, ever so green, turn brown, and black, trampelled upon, decaying, changing, and enlivening those very trees that bore their burden, so that their children  will spring up after the cold winter has long deserted them.

As a loyal friend, it reminds us of our responsibilities, our actions, relations, emotions, of the importance of life that we take for granted so often.   Life is a temporary experience and so is Death.   There is no difference.   We rest in peace in Death,  letting go of disquiet in the realms of the living men.

Nobody bothers you and you dont seem to bother anybody.

You may find that it is a second chance, an opportunity to do things differently,  next time around. It is a time for introspection in life, of life, of your life and my life, our lives. It assimilates your life’s learnings and distills and compiles your experiences into something that others refer to, feed off, and desire to understand in  understandings of  themselves.

          Death is the first and last measure of a life(’s)time.  Death is GOD and Devil.  Death is You and   Death,  it  is  I, an Enigma  of  Life. 

-A