Why it’s always Me

 Life is short but it’s sweet. Isn’t it??it’s an enigma indeed where oddity runs through extremities. We toil at our own expense to elongate the journey. The Road takes its own turn while sudden predicaments break the reverie. The predicaments which elude us and put some unknown duty to forget the entrenched principle of “There is No tomorrow”. We are born alone and the demise would be in silo. The epiphany may throttle the very soul but one must remember “A hawk hunts well when in silo”. One is not born to appease someone else’s impulse but your own soul. Life is a dream, a dream which is difficult to come by. A metaphorical stone must not ripple that journey. A painter with trifle fame is richer  than a millionaire crook obfuscated by sins. Can u live with lot of money and minuscule conscience?most of them out there will answer in affirmative much to my discomfiture but the answer jettisons a lot out there too.

Be carried away by the rapture of Life not by the frivolous instigation. Let your life be the  Breeze to put the candle to sleep not to make it a gadget to incinerate the cosmos. 

Close your eyes and think of the road less traversed. There has always been a light end of the tunnel and every breath takes you closer to that light of salvation. Sins are not an indoctrinated principle of tome. Anything which dissolves the pain of a caged Bird ceases to be a Sin. Charity begins at home and your metaphorical fuselage is that home where journey begins. You are the one who dissipate the scar, you are one who make your soul rising to the pinnacle. Remember it’s you not some tepid applause or a futile pat at the back.

It’s not servitude but solitude which paves the Way.