DEATH BELLS AGAIN
.I was about to post some light hearted stuff 2day,but then I saw news, about the earthquake,AND i simply lost all the bubble of happiness,bubbling around me,Just didnt have the heart to post that happy,humorous stuff.There were people running around cying for help some buried alive, screaming for there nearest and dearest ones chaos everywhere.
There was a girl child, on the screen, all bathed with dust, with eyes so vacant,and with frozen tears, clutching her doll so tightly, as if its her only refuge, trying 2 derive out some kind of warmth and solace from a lifeless doll..
A chill passed through my spine, i dont know how many of u get effected by such stuff,or is it me only who just get stuck,?wondering...how helpless we humans are, we build tall buildings, sky scrappers, reaching the heights of the skies, thinking we are now standing high, we r (GOD forbid)near GOD. And then in 1 blast, 1 catastrophy, 1 blow, we are back 2 earth, where we belong.just sm part of rubble,lifeless dust.
Was just wondering about the listlessness of all this, we plan for our future, we save for rainy days, we visualize a bright journey, we do our best to attain our goals and then what?
1 thud and every thing gone?Can we even predict, that we will b breathing our next breath or not?.
Some questions from all of u, May b u wise ppl out there can help me understand some harsh realities or some rose tainted bounties of life..Q1,WHATS THE PURPOSE OF US ON EARTH, IN THIS WORLD, WHY ARE WE HERE? Q2,, PLANNING FOR FUTURE, SAVING FOR IT, IS IT A GOOD IDEA, WHEN WE DON’T KNOW WHAT FUTURE HOLDS FOR US? U CAN’T LIVE IN YOUR PAST, BUT CAN WE CUT OUR PAST? FROM OUR LIVES?. Q3,WHAT IS FAITH OR A RELIGION, WHY DO WE NEED A RELIGION 2 SUSTAIN US?Q4? HAVE U EVER THOUGHT ABOUT AFTER DEATH? LIKE WHAT WILL HAPPEN AFTER DEATH? IS THERE ANOTHER LIFE OUT THERE? AFTER THIS? Q5,WHAT CAN WE DO TO MAKE THIS LIFE A BETTER 1, AND THIS WORLD A BETTER PLACE?...Will come back to answer all these questions later, when I will be in a lil better state of mind, with my faith, and optimism restored. Right now they are just shattered.
Request to those who take my posts as a ball 2 play soccer and insult all, this is a v sensitive one and it will b so horrible if u HYENAS out there try to play any kind of insulting games, here on my blog, u ppl r jus not welcm.THIS TIME.
Was writing a poem here r some extracts........(though its total,mismatched,and vague kinda stuff,but just wanted 2 share it with my friends outa there.Mayb u ppl can derive some sense outta it..Sitting, inside the womb, Curled like a ball,I am a child, Not yet born, My tears ready to fall, Am stuck inside the walls, My pain can’t be contained, My horror can’t be proclaimed, I have seen nothing, But felt all.Cuz ....... I am a child, Not yet born,Sitting, inside the womb, Curled like a ball. The mute sufferings,Or the choked shrieks, The echoes of death, Or the smoke of grief’s, I want to reach those vacant eyes,Erase there pain,Wipe there tears,Falling like rains. BUT. I can’tAll in vain,Cuz.I am a child,Not yet born,Sitting, inside the womb,Curled like a ball.People out there,Fight wars, Glorify death,They make bombs,They slaughter all,And then make tombs. They kill life,To praise the death. I didn’t see it,But felt all.Cuz ..I am a child,Not yet born.Sitting inside the womb,Curled like a ball. 1 day, I will come,When it’s my turn 2 burn,I wait for the clock 2tick For me to kick, In the world, Where monsters rule,Where happiness is scarce. And humanity is a farce.One day my soul will perish,In the fountains of life 1 day I will born,from the ashes of turmoil,Till thenI will wait. And feel nothing. Cuz......No matter whatI’m still a childNot yet born,Sitting inside the wombCurled like a ball....
Posted by sebia ::
1:32 AM ::
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