In memory..
Death, be not proud, though some have called thee
Mighty and dreadful, for thou art not so;
For those whom thou think'st thou dost overthrow
Die not, poor death, nor yet canst thou kill me.
From rest and sleep, which but thy pictures be,
Much pleasure; then from thee much more must flow,
And soonest our best men with thee do go,
Rest of their bones, and soul's delivery.
Thou art slave to fate, chance, kings, and desperate men,
And dost with poison, war, and sickness dwell,
And poppy or charms can make us sleep as well
And better than thy stroke; why swell'st thou then?
One short sleep past, we wake eternally,
And death shall be no more, death, thou shalt die.
-John Donne (i think he's the poet)
There's a deep void, that is created only by death.
Death of a loved one..
Even if its not someone you know you go into a state of suspension..
Where there is only a buzz in the head.. and nothing anyone does or says makes any sense.
You feel as if your existence is meaningless and you just cannot carry on living..
This feeling has many names and as time passes the feeling does too.. The desire of living, the fight takes over all conscious efforts to remain submerged in the sorrow and pain.
When that eventuality strikes we make conscious efforts to go on living..
Eventually death is the journey that we all await..
But until then death thou be not proud, for you inflict us with pain beyond belief
Until the realization strikes that you are a leveler too, that you free people from the pain of living..
Be not proud, for we are mourning.. The loss of our dear one..
We pray you find happiness where you are Gaurav, and that you will fill that place too with joy like you did for us when you were around.. It is true that the best ones go first.. We pray you are in a much better place than this world..
You shall be alive in our hearts and forever unforgotten.. We will ensure our pain and sorrow will be short lived cause you derive joy from our smiles, and for that we shall be happy.. You family and your friends and people you only acquainted with..
To Sayali Tai, To Raja Kaka, To Ruta, To Bhushan, To all our loved ones who left their lives un-lived..
We will ensure our lives maimed by your death are not in vain.. You live on for us.. and you are missed immensely..
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