I have this feeling of un-easy-ness, a certain maze of distorted thoughts. It would be well if it ended here but it goes on to give a convulated feeling to my existance creating for itself a complete misnomer.
What's with the hoopla we make about our life even though I think we're not even worth it !
Like ants crawling on a wall we will also be squashed one day much before our share of eternity gets to us.
Life may be, but death is not as fastidious. It hits without the charm or the mystery we link it with, whether its -- an overturned car, a needle that went wrong or a breath that no one ever heard.
Just that its done so many rounds that it's all in a days work. Sometimes the nauseating fragrance continues to linger long after the entity expires-not to mention the wrinkled albums biting into dust for ages.
But the proverbial life still goes on as the sprouts generate from seeds of a long dead plant-a tiny capsule of all genetic information and more mutataion it will ever require. From here encompasses hope to us the living and the not-so living, to forge ahead for a new sunrise.
What's with the hoopla we make about our life even though I think we're not even worth it !
Like ants crawling on a wall we will also be squashed one day much before our share of eternity gets to us.
Life may be, but death is not as fastidious. It hits without the charm or the mystery we link it with, whether its -- an overturned car, a needle that went wrong or a breath that no one ever heard.
Just that its done so many rounds that it's all in a days work. Sometimes the nauseating fragrance continues to linger long after the entity expires-not to mention the wrinkled albums biting into dust for ages.
But the proverbial life still goes on as the sprouts generate from seeds of a long dead plant-a tiny capsule of all genetic information and more mutataion it will ever require. From here encompasses hope to us the living and the not-so living, to forge ahead for a new sunrise.
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