Don't commit Suicide, Be the Suicide

Terminating our lives or killing one self is practically speaking very very difficult, it requires a lot of thought and to a larger degree the will to end it all, concluding the chapter called life without any epilogue, just like that its over, finished. After you end it, there is nothing left of you, nothing that breathes, only a corpse that will be put back to soil or  cremated in a funeral ceremony and later the ashes of your corpse will provide nutrients to the land where it's put or the river where it's scattered. 

Don't get me wrong, I'm not trying to pose any conclusive answers here, just like everyone else or at least for me taking your life requires courage contradictory to popular views of it being cowardly. I think it fascinates me, the mere thought of concluding it, putting a period on the next breath knowing that there will be no next exhale coming out through your nostrils and the heart slowly fading out. It seems that I'm going off track but when do I not, I like the thrill of being off track, though there is no track, imagination is the track for me. Let me write a poem now, I feel like writing some cute soft stuff :-

I'm drinking white wine with a bit of vinegar and sugar, my heart is absorbing the rain through the pores of my crying flesh. 

My heart says pour every last drop of that damn alcohol, but my brain tells me to be cautious though I tell both of them to shut up. 

I hide under a table because it's raining and I don't want to get wet, but what's this thing about hesitation. 

I run outside and scream looking up, with all my voice I shout 'Hello there Cutie Rain' 

I cry as it rains, or the clouds are crying for me because it cannot control itself anymore as well just like me , I know what you're thinking, yes you the one reading this

Who the fuck cares, DUDE! 

Let me tell you something, I write because I know no body cares that's why I write and pour out my emotions on this blank white virtual sheet.

Because no body cares, If you do then life would be very easy and I would be the richest person on this planet. 

Turns out there are millions of planets and being rich is just a metaphor perhaps not maybe I'm too drunk to think, or I never think at all. 

Ouch, I'm jumping now with happiness and I'm getting drunk as I sip on and on.

Wait a minute, here is a picture of me drunk and happy, at least on the outside. 

Thank you

All my love (unconditional),
Gaurav Shrestha