Smoke in Naked Sky.

Coldest lip kissed the naked heart,
Slowly biting fashionably.
The reach to extremities, spread even to sky,
With breath growing heavier and cloudier.
The blood in veins stressed the walls.

The growing shimmer of light faded into dark,
The cheerful noises ceases into dreadful silence,
And the grip was heavier than the gravity.
The lonely night of sequential battle consumed hugely,
With the firing neurons thrusting the brain.


The tremor inside growled tremendously,
And slowly body fall apart like the falling boulder,
Muscles are heavily stressed and consumed.
And journey travelled, slowly starts fossilizing,
With 'nothingness'in the lens.



-Only when you experience the coldest of sorrows, the harsh of sufferings, the worst of battle, our brain starts to think that nothing in this world is purely permanent. like the beautiful spring flower that shrinks and die with rolling time, every single thing in this colossal universe undergoes through the series of life, where one point of time, life make us to go through the photographs of things that are buried as memories.

Have you ever tried looking back once or going through all this series of roads that you've travelled?
To me, all the roads that I travelled, look more or less untravelled. The beautiful, The worst, The Sweetest, The bitter, everything that we came across in next coming years will slowly fade like the smoke in the open naked sky. It become history.

22 years back, I am a happy kid, tension free who knows nothing but easily cheered with life surprises. 10-15 years passed, along the road, I faced some of the struggles, worries emerged and I thought everything is done once you solve in meeting the success.( studying was my complete journey in fighting for the dream)

22 years now, It's like dream fulfilled. I can do whatever I want in my own hand and feet. I am growing adult, who knows how to think, how to work, and how to earn to live a life. But, what is interesting that usually came across in my mind is a flash of "impermanence" that the sum of experiences of harsh, worst, sorrows, happiness and all gave me. I see, those child memories sweet but less mattered has fossilized already and in fact, all will meet at certain point of time. Everything has a time, flowers that blooms in the spring, birds that migrates, snow and rains that fall, and so is our life and sometimes basically doing nothing other than just fighting for our own life to stand on our own feet like the rest of others makes me sick and the cold consume me throughout, because looking around everything ceases slowly and at last turn into nothingness.

"Do good, be Good and live a simple life that counts!"