Let me be the first to say that somehow I am suddenly feeling the urge to smoke a hukkah. Some subliminal message here? hahahaha I'll be back with a real comment later ;-)

Absoluely engaging! The struggle with death is both conscious and unconscious. Yet, you eloquently point out that embracing life is the way to successfully deal with death. (From a Christian perspective, as St. Paul wrote. "Death is swallowed up in victory{through faith in Christ}. Death where is your sting. Death where is your victory.")

Death is one dimensional... it is singular of purpose. It is not distracted even though it distracts. Death does not stop yet it makes others stop. Death preaches one thing and does the other. There are so many dimensions to this verse. It is a beautiful singularity that gives and takes and is.

If you can't live life to the fullest, at least try to "undeath" - I like that. Right here, right now, unless you're already dead, LIVE. There's so much around us, every moment, every answer, every question. Here. Now. Wonderful poem.

Thought provoking piece Ashok. I especially like the last stanza: Instead of trying to live, try to UNDEATH Stopping death from galloping over life

I think it is Life which is overrated and inflated and Death that often gets the bad wrap and I think it is Death that is infinitesmaly dimensioned and a place for which the lifeless will be looking forward to riding its every facet. and one can only imagine what death will do to a poet, but it is not so far fetched or noble and it certainly will not be the end of him or her or his or her profession, but in lifes ebbing, from their scattered ashes these themselves will be recast as muses to ever living voices.

What is death? Is it physical? Or is it as they say “energy can neither be created nor destroyed”. If such is the case, then physical death is not that which you are speaking of. Our true end lies in our absence, our perpetual state of living unconsciousness, “Life has four dimensions Length, breadth, depth and time Death is one dimensional Merged with the time” – yes, death is one dimensional, merged with the TIME and is not necessarily marked by the physical demise of the body. Rather, death is the lack of presence or true awareness/consciousness. How can one say he is LIVING if he is letting his mind define his being, continually missing the moment, the NOW? Declarations such as “I am what my history has made me” or “I will become fulfilled when in the future this or that happens” – Why can’t we all SEE that the past and the future live ONLY in the realm of the mind, as projections of the mind. Why can’t we see that time, in this sense, is nonexistent? Just as past and future are illusions, so too is TIME, yet our mind is bound to it, unable to release itself from it’s constraints because it is unable to BE in complete Presence, which, of course, is timeless. What other moment has there ever been? What other moment will there ever be other than NOW? But then, such a thing can’t just be a believe but must be experienced to be known. “Death plays with you Disguised as life…Merge your self into space and The death will emerge as LIFE” – Well, we must use the Time only for practical purposes, going back into our history only to gather information we need in the now, or looking to the future only if we are to act on its goal in the now, otherwise, we are chasing our death, missing ourselves HERE. “There's NOWHERE to go…Instead of trying to live, try to UNDEATH” – Yes, try to UNDO the selves who chase the death relentlessly, the “I” allowing them to take the wheel by looking the other way. That’s what I saw Ashok. I wish if we can all SEE the true nature of the battle we are cursed to fight.

you say so much, AShok. LIFE is LIFE and DEATH is DEATH...you explore the journey betwixt the two, quite amazingly through this supposition...

Hah! I see the hookah, too! That's awesome! I'll smoke some barhaini shisha just for you, Ashok!