Time is running with its indecent pace, leaving all behind – the memories, happiness, regrets and sorrows. Only things have not changed in your mind; you still waiting in that particular moment, with hope and fear in your heart.
The moment has passed, the totem has stopped, and it’s left with the dust on your floor of your mind. Just wipe it off with a hard feeling and keep your mind clean. Let this dawn come up with new beginning and new happening.
Everything is planned here, and we are just part of this drama. In this drama of life, artists have to be really artificial, only viewers get a chance to choose.
Choose that someday you don’t feel like, you have not lived your life fully. You haven’t done what you supposed to do – “Why this mirror is telling so whitening truth? How does he know all my denial facts? “
Too much contemplation over life has started reflecting in my writing as well…!!!
The moment has passed, the totem has stopped, and it’s left with the dust on your floor of your mind. Just wipe it off with a hard feeling and keep your mind clean. Let this dawn come up with new beginning and new happening.
Everything is planned here, and we are just part of this drama. In this drama of life, artists have to be really artificial, only viewers get a chance to choose.
Choose that someday you don’t feel like, you have not lived your life fully. You haven’t done what you supposed to do – “Why this mirror is telling so whitening truth? How does he know all my denial facts? “
Too much contemplation over life has started reflecting in my writing as well…!!!
