Life ….. a realism too straight forward to
define, …….. an idealism too complicated to delineate.
Ages have gone, but still eras are necessitated to depict this mystery. Many
have dipped the pen of their thoughts in the ink of time to portray this enigma
……. but the more the one tries to lunge into this riddle, the more complicated
turns this conundrum.
After all, what is this accumulation of confusion ….. a bunch of bewilderment, a
throng of perplexity, a bevy of mystification?
For an ill-fated, wretched self who has lost his entire and has nothing else to
lose, it’s no more than a heap, a stack of woes, wretchedness and dejection laid
on his head to be carried to the other end of the world that looks now to be at
the remoteness of ages not miles.
A jubilant, ecstatic, elated lover teemed with flaming passions …….. swarmed
with glowing emotions …… enthralled with blazing obsession takes life as a fiery
mission …… the sole destination of which is a single precious look of his
beloved, the sole existence in the air where his sweetie pie has breathed in,
the dream of exceptional melody uttered from the rosy lips of his adored one
calling his name, the few hand printed words from his sweetheart depicting the
fantasy of her confession!
A true mother takes a sole innocent smile, a solitary luscious utterance ‘MAMA’
of her child as the only life ….. the existence where there is only one cute,
endearing and adorable adolescent in the whole wide world and that is her own
Life …… life ….. life ……. a question answered ….. answer of which is still a