Fly with me...

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Will you follow my tail?
Fly with me
Take my wings free.
I will take you somewhere,
where there is nothing.
No air to inhale,
No water to quench,
No body to be caged in,
Nobody to envy,
Nobody to hate,
Everybody to love.
But no way back,
Yet you can traverse
through the other route.
Will you come?
You will regret having
spilt your blood here.

Lets make it a memorable voyage!
Falling down the Everest,
Crawling through green meadows,
Floating above misty clouds,
Walking on transparent waters,
Sleeping with minds closed,
Lets derive joy from oddness.

You know, the time, you were born,
you didn't know, you were born.
Likewise, you wouldn't know this too.
Its a pleasure;Its an orgasm!
Its a freedom from the bondage!
How would immortals taste it?
How would mortals know it?
Poor world! Pathetic souls!

Everything gain significance
only after its loss.
Its not the same with life,
though the same with DEATH.
Why do you fear to relish an elixir?

Come, Lets invade the next Hell!

P.S. I am not glorifying death here!Just don't fear it!
Live is to live & strangely death is also to live!


Comments

Jeya Anand said…
well...these rains again bothering me...I couldnt come out of my room...not attend classes...even worse not frequent any cyber cafe to blog!!:D:D
and this is not my first post abt death...some 3rd or 4th I guess..my voice says there is some constant impulse to do it...BUT never worry...I ain't that courageous!!:D:D:D
August 6, 2007 at 4:23 PM
Sara said…
Strange is the most apt and polite word to describe this. Morbid also comes to mind.
August 6, 2007 at 4:51 PM
Jeya Anand said…
sara...
YUP....indeed...u know...don't u??
August 6, 2007 at 4:55 PM
Sara said…
*Sigh* Don't I?
August 6, 2007 at 4:56 PM
Jeya Anand said…
hmmm thats good!!;)
August 6, 2007 at 4:57 PM
Sara said…
Rolling my eyes.
August 6, 2007 at 4:58 PM
Incrediblyirrational said…
i loved it!! your imagination. we fear death because of the inherent nature of man to fear the unknown. and we associate pain with death.
August 6, 2007 at 7:03 PM
Jeya Anand said…
Nithya.. glad you witnessed my view of death..:)
August 6, 2007 at 10:54 PM
KAYLEE said…
STRANGE BUT I LIKE IT

ps: you posted the same comment on my blog twice so I deleted one hope that is ok.
August 7, 2007 at 1:24 AM
Jeya Anand said…
KAYLEE..thanks..and is it? that should be a mistake.. why should i worry abt it:-)no probs for me.
August 7, 2007 at 1:40 AM
Amandeep Singh said…
Man.....B E A-tiful!

Thats what I was thnkin when I was reading ur poem...

Death is to be lived...yes and felt and enjoyed...

For thats when u ll know what life was...and on and on and on!!
August 7, 2007 at 1:40 AM
Keshi said…
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August 7, 2007 at 11:00 AM
Keshi said…
**Everything gain significance
only after its loss.

so true.


We all fear death cos we dunno wut happens after death. But come to think of it, death cud be the best thing...it cud even be better than life. Who knows? So why fear something we dun even know abt? Cos it can also be good. I'd embrace death as much as I embrace life. Cos there's no life that wont end in death..and there's no death that dun begin with life. Everyday we spend we get closer to death.

Keshi.
August 7, 2007 at 11:00 AM
Jeya Anand said…
standbymind...
true...death is also to be lived!!

Keshi...
I am in the same state of mind as u:)...longing to know what happens after it...
August 7, 2007 at 11:06 AM
Chronus Ess said…
As i said in one of my posts, Death is just a transition of life into its antithesis.. its not the opposite of life.
August 7, 2007 at 3:47 PM
Sneha P said…
in the words of the great dumbledore....(*ahem*)"to the organized mind...death is like the next big adventure"...
cheers!!
August 7, 2007 at 7:15 PM
Phoenix said…
i wd have actually agreed with u even if u did glorify death. smtimes, most of the times, its more desirable than living, and easier too
August 8, 2007 at 2:22 AM
mystic rose said…
Very well written!!
August 8, 2007 at 5:12 AM
Jeya Anand said…
Acid tonuge...
exactly:)

Vitruvian...
ohh is it?? I had never read the potter....thats a good one...:)

Phoenix....
Actually....I would have glorified it....but i don't wanna make ppl gloom:)

Mystic rose...
Thanks...:)
August 8, 2007 at 4:23 PM
Sophiagurl said…
how beautifully you portrayed death here. I've seen death happen right before my eyes, in the hospital and with people I know. there's an air of mystery and glory there. and you did very well describing it as something that should not be feared. =)

P.s. on the contrary I do visit your site all the time. I guess I am just a bit busy lately so was not able to make comments. =)
August 8, 2007 at 9:41 PM
Sophiagurl said…
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August 8, 2007 at 9:41 PM
Sophiagurl said…
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August 8, 2007 at 9:41 PM
Sophiagurl said…
sorry don't know why my comment appeared 3x hehe.
August 8, 2007 at 9:47 PM
Jeya Anand said…
That feels great to hear ur comment :-)though i haven't seen anyone closer to die...
Thats not a prob to see ur comment thrice...:-)
August 9, 2007 at 12:22 AM
Impressionist said…
glorious!
this is very good! how've u been doin bro!?

peace & love
Jeevy
August 9, 2007 at 10:07 AM
Phoenix said…
im spellbound!!truly amazing!
August 9, 2007 at 10:15 AM
Ravisekharan (a) Ravi said…
Hm.. T's been long, since i've read some good poems. And this one has ended ma thirst.
Rocking!!


Good portrayal of DEATH. Cool man...
Keep rocking.
August 9, 2007 at 2:37 PM
Jeya Anand said…
rajeev...
Thanks bro...and i am very fine here preoccupied with 2 things...sleeping,eating:D:D

Phoenix....
So I am when i enter ur zone!!:)

Ravi....
Thanks da...:)How is chennai??
August 9, 2007 at 9:34 PM
Bla said…
Death is a concept.
August 10, 2007 at 1:51 AM
Jeya Anand said…
Bla...
Yes it is indeed!!And this is my concept...
August 10, 2007 at 11:33 AM
Shruti said…
beautifull...
Death is after all not that bad as it seems to be..

Take care
August 10, 2007 at 3:40 PM
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