Suicide Note

Suicide --- it's always on the newspapers :
College students commits suicide, estranged wife attempts suicide, businessman hangs himself etc.....

Suicide :

1. the intentional taking of one's own life.
2. a person who intentionally takes his or her own life.
3. to kill (oneself)

why do people do that to themselves ???? Psychological problems.... failed marriages... failed business... exams.... why do they lead to people ending their own lives so foolishly??? It is a sad thing ... but it's a cowardly move seriously ... such things are meant to happen in life ... but people should end their lives.

well .... recently(may 30th, 2007) my classmate from college ended his life .... he hanged himself.... his parents found him hanging below the fan.... what will happen to them? did that thought ever cross his mind? and what serious problem could the guy have which he couldn't tell anyone.... not even his parents ..... and i was told that there was no death note...

seriously ... i know it's sad ... but i would never attempt to end my life... i call it a cowardly move .... and i salute that guy "may he rest in peace"

whats your say about suicide??
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LIFE

looking out through the window ......
thinking of a human rainbow ;
a world without a being,
a brain without a thought,
a human without a heart,
all is not worth a true smile;
caring , infectious and binding.

is there something called love ?

laying down on the couch ....
and crumbling into the darkness of sleep
where
the world laughing at your pain of misery,
going deeper into the galaxies within the body,
spreading like fire,
deeper,
deeper,
deeper,
till the the pain crumbles down ....

is there something called grief?

crawling towards the brightness of the light,
hurrying towards the happiness,
starving for bliss,
entering thed door of felicity with absolute celerity;
an enigma of ecstasy,
feeling the redolence of the euphoria,
the dilapidated towers of the mind ....
striking upon another consideration :

is there something called joy ?

running away from the darkness,
stalling in the scintillating light of fire,
regretting the defeat of the blazing light for the day,
creeping down into ground, searching for cover,
far away from the blackness,
far away from the blindness,
far away from the gloom,
reaching upon a confoundin speculation :

is there something called fear?

the greenery of the vast fields reflecting the new birth,
the unity of the forests castin an unconquerable shadow,
the playwork of the animals cracking a new game every instant
the foolish assests of humans destructing a new bein each moment,
the burden of thoughts stalling for one final one :

is there something called life ?