I stood on the red glimmering rim of horizon, groping my way in my quest for secret of life; I stumbled many a time in the dark region, and bruised myself in my quest for secret of life!
The red glimmering horizon, turned dark and dim, I found myself marooned in that dark path ready to place my head on the guillotine of dull faith when cries of “Help” and “Ah” vibrated my eardrum melting my tender heart like soft, sweet butter..I turned, to realize. life is a circle and I at its center surrounded by alternating concentric circle of sorrows and miseries, with traces of small, brief chord like spans of happiness!!
Life is like an inn where we come and go leaving traces of our sins and virtues and ego in this wide vulgar sphere where love is craved for ..but here love is lost, never to be got…
palatial mansions, dwarf the dirty dingy dungeons donning wool and silken garbs they step into their machines naked bodies and sunken eyes beg for pity in the lanes
here some roll in gold and others in garbage, here some are free forever, some ever in bondage. always in quest for secret of life!!
concentric circles ….that whirlpool the quest for life…
Slicing the red velvet not drawing blood with your nails you walk on the body of compromise kissing the fleece of death. Untitled, larger than life unpresent, missed moments would take the revenge from no thing. The violence will end
Quest is the synonym of determination, so always think that while you proceed forward Quest is the glad tiding of success, and determination opens all secrets of universe Quest is the light in life Determination so increases that light Quest