The brighter existence
There’s this melody , that used to play everytime, soothing enough, evading gently like sand dunes being gushed away by the winds . Ironically , none stays constant , niether the dunes , nor the breath of the melody . There are these birds chirping, like dew drops in early frost mornings. , but the rising sun , melts them away And maybe the storm rushes the birds away too . Again , none stays constant, A high wave , doesn’t it rises with the hunger of capturing the whole ocean and then suddenly tremors towards the coast gently kissing our feet’s Then how come we expect a life of totally ups or totally downs , doesn’t it seem necessary to maintain an equilibrium between what we expect and what we behold. Things in life march left and right according to their own will , their occurs at times when you wish a certain thing to last longer than it was destined, and just the thought behind its longer existence inhales up a bulk of your mind , and lefts you distu...