DEATH

The day of death is bound to arrive and everybody has to depart from this world on this day. Where we have to go on this day, nobody knows but never bothers to think this day even by chance.. Those who weep bitterly, clinging your body, ask them if they are ready to go with you. The moment you ask this question, they will not spare a moment to see you again and tell you that you are at liberty to go and certainly they are not going to be your companions.
Nobody ever returned to tell any thing after death, therefore the wisdom is to enjoy all the pleasures to the maximum possible extent. This is an old thought known as ‘CHARVAK PHILOSOPHY’. No religion ever gave acceptance to it and question on death remains a mystery. If everybody starts following the ‘CHARVAK PHILOSOPHY’ or ‘MATERIALISM’ this is bound to destroy the basic structure of the society. Knowing the effect of this philosophy everybody has to always try to not to practice such thoughts.
Almighty has made death a mystery and this makes our life as complete. Think! if we had no mystery (cover ) of death we would have to bear the burden of countless commitments to be answered regularly. Death makes one game as complete and beginning of a new game. The new game starts with estimated points scored in old game. 
One, who knows this game of life and death, laughs at the moment of arrival of death and everybody considers him/her a perfect one.

My Grace is Gone:Dave Matthews

Neon shines through smokey eyes tonight
It's 2 a.m. I'm drunk again
And it's heavy on my mind

I could never love again
So much as I love you
Where you end, where I begin
Is like a river running through

Take my eyes, take my heart
I need them no more
If never again I fall upon the one I so adore

Excuse me please, one more drink
Could you make it strong
Cause I don't need to think
She broke my heart
My grace is gone
One more drink and I'll move on

One drink to remember
Then another to forget
How could I ever dream to find
Sweet love like you again
One drink to remember
Then another to forget

Excuse me please, one more drink
Could you make it strong
Cause I don't need to think
She broke my heart
My grace is gone
One more drink and I'll move on
One more drink and I'll be gone

You think of things impossible
Then the sun refuse to shine
I walk with you beside me
Your cold hand lay in mine

Excuse me please, one more drink
Could you make it strong
Cause I don't need to think
She broke my heart
My grace is gone
One more drink and I'll go

Excuse me please, one more drink
Could you make it strong
Cause I don't need to think
She broke my heart
My grace is gone
One more drink and I'll move on
One more drink and I'll be gone
One more drink my grace is gone

A loss to gain - to die in vain

There is life beyond our woes
So sacrifice we must

To love to hate - for twist of fate
A loss to gain - to die in vain
Draw blood

Stand guard - we defend with all our might
Pray god give strength to what`s right
Cast doubt on a way in which you live
I say we gave enough, there`s nothing left to give

And the world becomes undone
When all the wars are won
Paid a price for liberty
Knowing nothing is for free

To love to hate - for twist of fate
A loss to gain - to die in vain
Draw blood

Run Away

You run, run...run away
It's your heart...that you betray
Feeding on...your hungry eyes
I bet you're not so civilized

Well, isn't love..primitive
A wild gift...that you wanna give
Break out of captivity
And follow me, stereo jungle child
Love is the kill.....your heart's still wild

You talk, talk, you talk to me
Your eyes touch me physically
Stay with me, we'll take the night
As passion takes another bite

And then you run ...run away
It’s a life for what... we pray
Im ur hunter..you’re my prey
Run ..Run.....run away

At the end of the world, the flowers bleed .

All the endings in my life rise up against me
like the sea of troubles Shakespeare mixed
with metaphors;
like Vikings in their boats singing Wagner,
like witches burning at
the stake-- I submit to my fate.

I know beginnings their sweetnesses,
and endings, their bitternesses--
but I do not know continuance--
I do not know the sweet demi-boredom
of life as it lingers, of man and wife
regarding each other across a table of shared witnesses,
of the hand-in-hand dreams of those who have slept
a half-century together
in a bed so used and familiar it is rutted with love.

I would know that before this life closes,
a soulmate to share my roses--
I would make a spell with long grey beard hairs
and powdered rosemary and rue,
with the jacket of a tux for a tall man with broad shoulders,
who loves to dance;
with one blue contact lens for his bluest eyes;
with honey in a jar for my love of her;
with salt in a dish for her love of sex and skin;
with crused rose petals for our bed;
with tubes of cerulean blue and vermilion and rose madder
for her artist's-eye;
with a dented Land-Rover fender for her love of travel;
with a poem by Sanchay for her love of innocence
revealed by experience;
with soft rain and a bare head;
with hand-in-hand dreams on Mondays
and the land of fuck on Sundays;
with mangoes, papayas and limes,
and a house towering above the sea.

Itpeed, I surrender to thee.
Thy will be done, not mine as usual.

If this love spell pleases you,
send me this lover, this wife,
this dancing partner for my empty bed
and let her fill me from now
until I die.