Death, Be Mine...

with wind in my hair, i was travelling high..
soaring with every step i took, i never had time to stop and look
at the world beneath me, cowering under my shadow
magnificient as i felt, the world under my shade.
but one day, everything fell apart.
the sky crashed on me and i was crushed to death.
Death didnt hurt me but the reality of it shocked me.
i realised that it wasn't me who was flying high
but i was made to move higher, coz the higher you fall from, the harder you hit yourself,
thats what i learnt in school from Newton's Third Law of Motion.
terrible was the feeling, life seemed to be an eternal burden.
Death was a relief.
oh..why didn't you come earlier and curb my tyranny on unjustified freedom???

why?

Give me Hell, coz Heaven is not a place for me
Give me death, coz life is not meant for me
Give me hate, coz love isn't something I deserve

Heaven, Life and Love is what mankind craves for
Think beyond these and there is so much pain and suffering around us.

Why do we then camouflage the facts and toast on fiction?
Why is it that myth is always sweeter than reality?

Why are lies always preferred over an honest truth?
Why can't we look beyond the covers into the shady side of reality and break the shackles of lies and hypocrisy?

Are we afraid that we might lose a lot and gain nothing at all ?

But, then life isn't all about losing and gaining.
Its more about a beginning and an end

Why can't we then make a small beginning towards the Truth into an eternal journey till the end of the road?

Who Survives???

survival is the name of the game.
if thats so, we all survive in some way or the other.
so who is the biggest player in the game
and who judges the winner?