Death

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W.H.Auden's Funeral Blues

Words die silent death. Yes…they do! Emotions die…even intimacy. Like all other things in life, they die. Only difference being, it’s a one-man funeral.

Have you ever wondered about guaranteed returns? How some things in life give you guaranteed returns! Like the effort you put in building your career! And how some things are so volatile! Like relationships! That distinguishes the animate from the inanimate.

Which makes me think, why do we then invest in such volatile market (if I may dare call it so)? Is it because we love gambling? Winning gives us a high that nothing else can? Flaunting the win? Or is it just because we are humans…with emotions?

Period!

Will let words die a silent death. One-man funerals are important; they shape life like nothing else can! 

 


Comments

Mariposa... said…
dead words, when they come back as ghosts, are as silent...but more scary...so beware!
February 18, 2011 at 12:48 PM
moon.attic said…
That's why someone had this word 'haunting' in the dictionary :-)

And you can't help but face the ghost, can u?
February 18, 2011 at 12:50 PM
Mariposa... said…
You definitely can't avoid the ghost...after all, it lives inside you :)
February 18, 2011 at 1:38 PM
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