(The other day, a pretty butterfly fluttered through the window and landed on my bed. It beat its wings and tried to fly back but I noticed it was wounded. It struggled to live and soar up high but alas, I knew it was going to die. Its agony was impossible to bear and I felt sad that I could do nothing about it. Finally, I knew what to do. I gently picked it up and placed it among the flowers in my garden. I did so, because I thought, anyways it is going to die, then why not let it die among the things it loves. And, what could be more important for a butterfly than flowers?
I think all of us secretly wish that kind of death. To be able to die in the arms of the one we love…..peacefully…. )
What will be the most wanted death?
Wrapped in love and a beautiful wreath
Will you want a silent one to be;
An end to your eternity?
No pain or hurt, just calm and quiet
A death so serene may seem very right
Yet is it the death that we deserve?
All the innocence in us can it preserve?
Until the last when time comes for us to leave
We learn only how to grieve
With years of running away from the ultimate truth
And blatant grasping of the youth
We can’t let go of simple things
Constant thinking, only sorrow brings
We live knowing that one day we die
Still we sorrowfully mourn and cry
Even people who wait for their death
Are indeed scared till their last breath
Wishing to put an end to life
Is just an unwanted strife
We regret about the life we never had
And keep hoping for it so bad
Those little things we fail to see
That give a reason for us to be
We feel remorse for a life less spent
Don’t acknowledge the angel that God has sent
The one, whose love is pure as pure can be
But sometimes from it we try to flee
Our agony so great, we desire to part
And intend to kill our beating heart
But we harbor a fantasy and make a plan
How to say goodbye to the clan
How to become obsolete
And happily accept the final defeat
Do you know what kind of death we want?
The one in our dreams that does haunt
We yearn to die in the arms of the one we love
And close our eyes seeing this one above
Hold hands as if they will never go
A stream of tears from us does flow
But we know now begins a journey new
One that we have heard about but don’t have a clue
A journey that each man must take alone
To a single destination yet unknown
All I have to say is this
This is what we truly miss
A desire of the most beautiful death
Wrapped in love and a flowery wreath
We sink into oblivion with that embrace
Fill the eyes with that one single face
And thus we die with our lips curved into a smile
Defying the death that had been written erstwhile….