I fear neither death nor dying. It gives me a lot of peace within.
It allows me to be zero and look at what this life has offered me – Birth, parents, emotions, love, failure, success, hate, dreams, silence, talent, ambition, creativity, violence, and more leading its way right unto death.
Getting in the death hole lets me go beyond life; it teaches me, guides me, wrongs me, and rights me. The heart that otherwise offers itself to be explored and exploited vacuums itself to zero – unscathed and untouched by the vicious society. My mind’s stronger, thoughts clearer, and vision unblurred as I look up through the death hole.
Death is an experience when someone whom you loved or who has touched your life decides to embark on the chartered celestial abode. It’s like they know where they are heading.
I pulled over the blanket of death over me inch by inch as they departed. Death has made me cozy and has given me that solace through sleepless nights and weird dreams. I’ve got my few answers for the countless questions that exist in my head. I’d love to clear them all as I live to die.
Die Pillai Die. Crazy !