Tide…sometime stride
and inspite all the adversity
What makes you peer through the future
that I ask you
You are no exception
and,
would not make a compendium out of life; just a swamp of troubles at the last
but,
you are not here to live a life like this
just to compose, just to orchestrate or just to showcase…a spectrum of events
did you live it like a life…a life full of discrete vividness of immagination, liberty and unconditional optimism
that I ask you
It’s hard to see through troubles
but
it’s mere a perception that makes a difference
do not bend
bend your thoughts…in order to mould your destiny
live it like an alive
you get it,
you let it go
but,
do you feel like a pulsating life
that I ask you…
Feeling cold
sometimes warm
the substance of nature you just feel like this
everything is moving…like time
you encompass time
you are a part of this beatific nature
then why are you lagging behind?
why are you stale
that I ask you