I am beginning this blog with the prestige because a poetry is never complete without its end. Without the prestige their is no motive to the beginning, no use of the journey. How so much we say that it is the journey that is important the truth shall never change. It is the goal that brings true joy. The prestige is where everything comes to its climax, where everyone finds out the truth, where it all ends.
And of all the endings one can be in, like an ending of a movie or a relationship. Maybe end of an era, a century or the end of a journey. Nothing is as absolute or as comprehensive or as inevitable as the end of life. Death is the greatest prestige that we all witness. And the most beautiful thing about it is that it is the single most remarkable thing that we all witness. It is the one destination we all reach. It is the one ending we all know.
And it is the one thing that fascinates me the most. You will along the path see many poems on death. Hence I felt obligatory to dedicate my first post to the ‘end’.