Death

It is a large debatable topic . Who really dies , the person or the body or the memories . Death is really a cremation of the body and soul moving to other bodies or death of an insight , a relationship or a feeling which never rise again.

Death also means murdering . Murdering someone physically or emotionally leads to forcing your own-self to die ( suicide) or just killing everything you have always sulk then and there.  To think of death , we morn over people who are gone , but why don't we morn over people we are killing . We kill people's emotions , never spare kindness , never have a heart warming conversations. It is so simple just to keep a simple promise or to have given someone a hand . One day Life asked death , " Why do people love me and hate you ?" , Death says , " Am a painful truth and you are a living lie ". I suppose life was supposed to be all rainbows and being full of self worth and own doings and having to create best stories till dug in grave. But turns out death also mocks at us showing us our different failures . It is only after death we realise the importance and severity of any issue . Only when the death comes nations reconcile or fight amongst themselves.  It is only death who enjoys that he is a painful truth and lives by it. 

Life is supposed to be lived by care , compassion, empathy. All these words turned to rust and power of negligence , unimportance , fakeness turned a layer over the rusted good words. 

Death is supposed to be the end a beautiful story a person has ever written. Death can only come when a person's journey is over giving an important lesson to all be it any age. But lets not mock death by sending people to its journey , losing feelings , cheating or make someone feel unloved or deriving them to lack of motivation is a painful death. 

'Death do us apart' , but its never only death which do us apart. Recall , analyse and feel what death actual death is .