LIFE

Going through all the paces, what is left of a human? I, the rebellious one, somehow feel that there is a lot more to think than that has been already written down on the text books. A centerpiece of attraction, the world of wisdom is there for everyone to enchant on, just a matter of time and fact that someone can get a grip on its dimensions. A distinct manner of repetitions in the daily NEWS now effects more lives, an increase in the nations struggle to survive. There might be a person who just seems to live like a letter box down the lane! Everyone uses it in time of their need, its their gateway to postal services etc. Never will anyone think, when was that box placed there? When will the box be repainted? But when it rusts, 'replace it'! A legible thought, much would be needed to move that box from its place and a new one takes over. The traditions of antique, haleness, lifetime, bond and relation as to how was it being used are forgotten, all of them! Same goes for a sponge, when used, it decays into the dishes and a pineapple, consumed, forgotten as it was! Explanation to that person would simply be of a useless expression! There might be a quality, an attribute to overcome to understand whether or not a common sense of wilderness comes to mind. That person then surely is useful, but thinks is useless, careless, immature, a complete havoc, a diminished soul and importantly, 'sick'! Now, what would be left of such a soul in times to come can never be assured but what is known that one day it might dissipate and vanish forever, might just bring about a revolution before leaving! That thought of a revolution is again killed by the general public and inter terrestrial emotions. Not listening to the batch around will make him self centered, in the mean time listening to their verdicts will ensure about a change in that soul, stopping that bole from further inclination and like a mulch, will render it useless, again! Some chances of stepping down will not really mean a lot, but bring about a crowd falling down on him! He might be categorized as cute, innocent, sweet and hilarious but, it is of no use in the long run, just like a mirage, it will effect his robust health and soul further in the desert of concrete! Within himself he will try to look for a black hole, he might locate it, fall into it! Then that's where a two minute silence is observed, not really a changing effect or a drama, it is for what that soul gave up to, not what was given by him! A terrifying experience it might be, but living up to that time with all the knowledge gained and life itself enjoyed, it just might be worth everything! So a soul might surf the seas of sorrows or delirium, all that it leaves behind for himself is nothing, but everything to be expected, a change within every other touched. Living to the time, I myself know what I am left of, the life expectancy these days being too short already, I am not ready to kill someones emotions, just kill me instead!