On life’s threshold I linger, waiting to be called in - apprehensive as well as eager.
Friday, April 23, 2010
Living beyond the claims of being
I try hard to exist as mere essence
To be able to escape into oblivion easily
Only to be brought back from the illusory world
And be again transformed into corporeal deadbody
Life is the water to the rain. Wings to the plane. Blood to the vein. Life is beauty to the brain. Take life as it comes as we are but are we.
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