A bird's last chirp

There lived a woman in front of my house,
Her built was short and stout.
Always smiling while passing by, no one ever heard her cry.
A cry perhaps for help that 'talk to me, be my friend.
It might help me save myself.'

One gloomy morning while walking on the terrace,
Her eyes filled with tears.
Thinking about the wrongs everyone did to her,
Anxiety came all over.
Overthinking each incident, she made up her mind.

To end her agony once and for all,
She made a move beyond everyone's thoughts.

Clouded by her judgment, trying to be free,
She jumped from her roof and ended her misery.

Passing by the house, I saw her jump.
The sound of her bones cracking echoed around.
I witnessed the blood coming out
And there I saw in front of my eyes,
Depression taking away someone's life.




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Life and Death

life is too short to keep enemies and fights and too long when happy. You never when is the last goodbye to someone, that last touch, those last words. I heard somewhere that there are three stages to death.
1. - When we breathe for the last time
2. - When our body turns into ashes.
3.The most painful - When our name is spoken or we are remembered for the last time.

Sounds pretty depressing? It is.

What is the meaning of this life? People crave for beauty, money and power. But when that body is turning into ashes, no beauty is gonna stay expect for that beauty of heart, that purity of mind, that happiness worth money and no power can define you unless people are actually missing your absence in their life.

What is it about deaths that makes people cry I wondered once. Like today we are, tomorrow we won't be. Then I realized its not about that flesh and bones, its about the emotions that one attaches with another, it certainly reminds them that they won't be able to talk to that person again nor would be able to see them. Maybe, that's why photographs makes sense because it helps to cherish those moments that we spent with that person.

I read in Julius Ceaser - "The evil that men do lives after them; The good is oft interrèd with their bones."

I think that's true because when a person near me was murdered brutally, all I could hear people say was how he was wrong, how he called it for himself, I never heard someone say that he was a good father, a good companion, a good human being.

Well murder reminds how terrorists, blasts, accidents take lives of our loved ones without letting us say our final goodbyes. Ever wondered how someones goodbye can be their last goodbye ever? travelling in a train they might be, the train is bombed out, news will just show numbers of how many are killed but no emotions like a family does. Its just not acceptable that how someone can just take our lives in a blink of an eye with just a press of a button. How can someone else decide when I want to die?

I know no one is immortal and nothing is permanent. No one stays forever. But, isn't this a scary thought? that how one day we won't be around, we won't be able to feel ourselves. All we ever did in our life will just become meaningless. Living in the moment is what they say, I say let's cherish every moment spent in happiness and respect every phase of darkness we went through. Never have regrets in your life. Do whatever you want so that when you're lying on a bed, waiting to die, you never have to think "what if". What if i did this instead of this? my life could have been different.

Find joy in little things. Complete your cravings. Experience everything. Explore before you turn into ashes and get mixed into sand.