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Life Is In Moments

Death!  I saw my death
This came to took me from my friends and relatives
This came to ruin my desires and inspirations
This came to spoil my dreams, my lovely sensations
I bowed and prayed, my good life is going to start
Entire past was spent to reach this part
If I will die today, it will be unfair
You are God, you cannot snatch my share
I tried to run away many miles
God gave me a mysterious smile
He said,” Oh! My dear
Life is in moments, not in years.
And at the next moment
I was watching my body, dead and bent.
Suddenly, alarm clock rang with a deep shriek
I woke up from my shallow sleep.


Shankar said… was a nice one.... dreaming about ur death?? quite strange...
BK Chowla said…
Don't yoy think it is silly to dream of one's own death.
Amit414@IT-BHU said…
Thanks for the comment ...:)
If there is something certain in this whole uncertainity, that is death. The most common,
;one of the equalizer, yet we find it strange.

Amit414@IT-BHU said…
@Chowla Ji
it is fictitious, but i have found many people that have dreamed of their own death. I think when you are sensitive to death, then u can more appreciate and love ur present moment.

Steve Job has truely said in his commencement speech in stanford: "If you live each day as if it was your last, someday you'll most certainly be right."

Amit414@IT-BHU said…
Some more on death...
"Remembering that I'll be dead soon is the most important tool I've ever encountered to help me make the big choices in life. Because almost everything — all external expectations, all pride, all fear of embarrassment or failure - these things just fall away in the face of death, leaving only what is truly important. Remembering that you are going to die is the best way I know to avoid the trap of thinking you have something to lose. You are already naked. There is no reason not to follow your heart."
Durga Nandan said…
You know there are two things that are always with us, whoever leaves us.
Our own shadow and death.
Just like light is required for us to see the shadow,Time has to be right for death to come to us directly..

Btw, dreaming about death? Same pinch :D !
Rohini said…
Amit it may look strange to dream about death but that is a fact everyone has to face.

Thanks for posting.
Indian Pundit said…
Beautiful poem.


Whatever we do....death is our final destination......lets make our journey better and more fun....

Cheers yaar.......u are amazing.......
Indian Pundit said…
what a follow up post yaar.......u got serious in this post after making us laugh in ur 55 word fiction......Great yaar.
Shruti said…
arey amit!
U feel death is the uncertain thing in life? But we are not certain about anything!
""What we have today won't be with us tomorrow!""
You have something special in you re! You are putting apt words!!

btw,Check my new post !
Amit414@IT-BHU said…
@Durga Nandan
u r true. In a same way we can also say......
Existence of Shadow promises that there is light, In a same way realization of death
make u more alive.
In contrasting Layout picture looks more brighter...:)

Amit414@IT-BHU said…

Thanks IP
U r true..
Life is a journey, not a destination.
some one has well said..
Past is history; future is mystery
Present is gift, so we call it as a present.
Amit414@IT-BHU said…
Thanks Shruti..:)
In the midst of unending desire we forget that one day we have to die, we start accumulating money and other things as we are immortal, neglecting the present. A realization that we can die at any moment makes you to live every moment more
alive, stress-free and happy.
Babli said…
Very beautiful. Nobody knows about death as it is very much uncertain. I liked the way you have presented. Keep writing.
Durga Nandan said…
haha. Me as usual pessimistic and you optimistic. Nice contrast. :)
wecognize said…
Okay !! so now I get to know "Amit" the poet !!

Its a very beautiful poem and very philosophical :)
Shas said…
At times the fear of death keeps us alive and pushes us towards our dream.

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