Fear of death is epidemiic.

Fear of death is the mother of inventions of all imagined worlds like heaven and hell. Our fear is assuaged by thinking some irrational thoughts like there is life after death. We like to think in our fancy of flights that if we die in this world, we will reincarnated in the other world.

But there is no life after death even if we have to face the grim reality of death.

I do not believe in life after death. Do you?

There is no heaven and there is no hell either.

Heaven and hell are situated in the realm of your blind faith which is nothing but a superstitious idea. The existence of superstitious belief is only in the chimera of your mind.

What we cannot see in our naked eyes is absolutely non-existent. But if you say that we cannot see air in our naked eyes but we know for sure that air exists. Yes, air exists. We can feel it, we can sense it.

But we cannot feel or sense the existence of heaven or hell. What you cannot see cannot be believed. Believing is a conviction. Conviction is some pragmatic notion about the human world and the nature which we see under our eyes, feel, sense perceptibly and we are led to believe. That belief is our conviction.

After death, neither we get a new shelter in heaven nor we are burnt in the catastrophe of hell. After death, we are simply reduced to dust of nature. Our physical entity or our biological body is simply decomposed into nature.

We are born out of nature and we die into nature. So to speak, we come from nature and go back to the nature in the end. Our birth and death are a natural process. But it is not natural that we would be reborn some day after our death. Rebirth is not natural as our decomposed body after death can never be composed into another biological body.

Life after death is next to impossible. If it so happens, then all our scientific knowledge would be reduced to nothingness. Those who are deficient in scientific knowledge and scientific temper only believe in that impossibility and rarity. That impossibility and rarity is the scientific knowledge of our biological life.

There is life in this world but there is no life in the other world.

The other world is non-existent. No believer or for that matter no preacher can prove this empirically and emphatically as it is not a thing to be proved empirically and emphatically.

Death is a grim reality after life. This is most inevitable. So, let us face it without fear.

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Love me
And let me love you
As long as you are awake
As long as my heart aches for you
I will love you days and nights
Days and nights are for ever
For ever my heart cries for you.

Hysterical is my love
Hysterical is my longing for you
The more I long for you
The more the flame burns and blushes
The more you bloom in my desire
The more my love cries for you
The length of my love is longer than your shadows
The depth of my love overshadows your whole sky
Never swaying in fluttering whims
Never leaving me alone in lapses of moments
You are my only love
You are my only refuge
To say love to you.

Love me in whispers
Love me in long soliloquy
But love me alone
And love me all aloud
And love me in haste.

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Who is God?
Asks the dead ghost
Beheaded
In mystic guise
Darkly
As if to brave
The howling wind
The macabre shadow
Walks past the archangel
Unknowingly
In sombre disguise.

The shadow asks
The bemused archangel
Where is to find the Almighty
In sight of God?
The dead old shadow
Of the ghost
Resurrected never
To be wise more
Eyelids hoisted high
In Nirvana mudra
Unknowingly
Up upon
The left and right
Of the seventh heaven.

The bemused God
High and dry
Leaves his home and hearth
Praying to the unknown
Unknowingly
To save his face
From the hiding archangel.

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Someday
It is nothing
In a sub-zero point
Baring its breath
Like a grizzly bear
In sweltering summer
Someday it is all
For nothing
For a gruelling love
Fizzling out
In crystalline truth
Committing nothing
To the surreal surprise

The truth
Elusive as the firefly
Metamorphosing
Into a shadow
Of a crusader
Like the grasshopper
In a daze
Of all suspenses

A beacon of light
Proliferating
On the precipice
Of the Bastille castle
In prolific chaos
Of suspended freedom
As if to carry home
The cruelty
Of truths and lies
In diurnal reality
Chopping and changing
Into something
Never
To be smiling
Upon nothing
Short of a straighter face

Someday it is all chaos
Truths belittling truths
Of all jejune lies
To carry home
The cruelty
Of dueling love
Something for nothing
Someday
It is all like
What happens
To be wordless
Existence
Metamorphosing
Everything
Into nothing
And nothingness

Someday
It is like saying
Nothing
And no one seems
To be the truth
Of anything
In a metamorphosis
Of truths into lies.

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Sitting among the woods at far distant corner
You hear the pleasant noises of water
The streaming rivers pass by you
Like writhing soul dying all in fear and fancies.

When I call you aloud in that direction
You cannot hear my voice at all
As if the splendid noise of water has cast a spell around you.

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The sky high above the mountain
Rising calm and cool among the woods
A fragrant smell spreding all over
The voice of a distant soul cries.

All on a sudden the clouds gather
There is nothing obfuscaing the silence
The rains poured in a serpentine coil.

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