Imagine, if we get a chance to see in future of million year ahead World will look completely different and It would be difficult to find from today’s world to attach any thread
We will have new civilization growing with betterment of science We would be on the extremity of technology and We would be in race of making our-self powerful by defeating other alliance
We would have our planet like what we call today is as fairytale Our every vehicle would fly through air and We would be hanging out alone across empty space with cocktail
We would have met and communicated with many alien civilization Maybe many of them would be slave to us Which would be in existence just to fulfil the accomplishment of our action
We would try to challenge the working and even existence of nature But then would we be able to enjoy the life as we do now Do forgetting the meaning of life and achieving these, the only thing we had wanted from ever
No matter how much we would progress on advancement of technology No matter how much powerful we would be We will be needed to learn to live together by maintaining balance between every ecology
We would be needed to be happy and to understand the meaning of life Otherwise no matter how much strong and efficient we would be Our every action will destroy us slowly and painfully like piercing us continuously by tiny knife.
I am an undergraduate student pursuing B. Tech. I love coding, playing table tennis and writing poems. I am a dreamer and wish to cover up all the feelings and write it down, no matter others will like it or not. I want to do it for myself.
A golden cave was afraid Of a blue thrust. Hands were not able to console the mirror. Let us step back for a last laugh. You were talking to yourself when the canary was set free from the house arrest.
My Africa A land of beauty and distinction A place where we have cultures and traditions A land of hope where the people are ingenious and Jocund Africa! The golden continent A place carved out of greatness A glimpse of
arriving to shun that wolf on your blood’s trail, you comb through rubble, tormented: ………………………………………………………………………………………………………… glimpse of fear, fixated at otherness of yellow sin, threatened, panic white, suicide note; now you have come out from your tremors stillborn, sine die
So many times it happens that a certain thing becomes a part of our life knowingly, unknowingly, but then that is what makes life interesting and life continues along with the same. So many times, so many things happen in