Scratching the wall of past we carve our future. Little do we know what it would look like when the time would come. Sometimes, the things we care the most are easily desolated by our own hands; unintentionally. The reason behind is that the precious things always come with a “handle with care” tag; extremely fragile and delicate.

Nobody comes to this world with inbuilt programming of how to live a good life. We are all amateurs and are looking for the Polaris of our life. We emerge from the nebula of difficulties and if we do survive, we become the sun; a bright and shining source of guidance and warmth for others. Else, The light of our conscience fades away like the asteroids that wander in the sky as a sink; in search of light which, upon collision or while surpassing other planets, causes trouble and agonies for them.

Clusters of thoughts on the mind but don’t know how to say it. While the things we do say, sometimes we never mean them. Sinning without regrets but who knows when the burden of our sins become heavy on our shoulders.

Let it be, Live it, make it to the end. Be a warrior rather than a victim of this multitasking strategy before getting leveled up with the piles of sand in the longest wavelength of the dawn.

xoxo