Life

Life –– what is life? Life is a drop of rain which starts its journey from the heaven and ends on the ground, giving it a little moisture of beauty and a little luxury of smiles.

Life can be found in a bundle of egregious mannered vultures or in the praiseworthy and heart-catching aroma. A life of shining light is the only treasure as it haggles for a peaceful death. Life is very short: you open a door and step into the room. This is life. Life is as long as a single blink of death, and death is as long as a single blink of life. The life on this land is not a life indeed. It’s just a lifeless life. This anachronistic life is a rose plucked from the garden of eternity–– the garden of immortality.

Now a days, the meaning of life is being taken wrongly. Life means:

Laughter
In
Falling
Estate

In this dummy and unusual world of fakeness, no one has a care or love for others. No one wants to live a life for others. Everyone is very mean. Everything is taking a U-turn in wrong direction, in the abyss of nowhere. We should live our lives like a cloud which gives rain to both, roses and spikes.

I am aware of the condition of this downfallen state of life as I am the inhabitant of the same land. It’s all my aunt! Everyone has no fear of the moment when his knell will be ringed. Everyone is enjoying the wine in the carafe of partial death. But no one knows that when will the carafe shatter into small pieces of glass and cruelly pluck their posy of life.