DEATH

In death, there is no coincidence..no mishaps and no mistakes.
What we do not understand is that we are like a rat the cat has by its tail.


Because for everything we do..from the mundane to the monumental..
The people that will have sex and wont with us..
The buses we board everyday..
That moment we spend being happy, angry or sad..
Those little signs we we ignore in our lives..
All these are part of deaths sadistic design leading to the grave.

The people around you need you and some of them need you for their lives to function.

But death does not care about that..
she is the coldest form of nature and has never feared anyone.
She knocks..she enters..and she strikes without minding if you made plans for tomorrow and the day after..

So when we flip a switch to plug in that iron..start the heater or use that clipper..
When we stand at the bus stop thinking we are safe and nothing can harm us in this cool afternoon breeze.
Even when we say our prayers and hoping for a better tomorrow.
Death hears us but does not listen.
She is like the sun and her only job is to shine and nothing will quench her heat.

Because she will take from you what you own dearly..and the world will go on like you were never there..
Your children...your best friend..your lover and your enemy.

Death loves her job
She hates us so she does her job

Death is not cruel..life is..
Death is not near..the end is..
The end is not over..eternity is..