Walking down the roads of destiny, through the fights of life, rights of society and darks of dreams, I can only ask myself a question. Have I lived every moment to the Fierce? Did I raise my hands towards the clouds? Did I cherish the kiss of the morning stars?
I am not as wise as the others around but is being wise what leads you down the pathway to light from dark. I am not as successful as others around but is success what determines the societies stars.
Bonded by love, cheered by crowd, stoned by emotions, drowned by fear and crowned by peers.
Failing like fuck, crying like shit, drinking like fish, sinking like stone. Rising and falling every inch of the way on a journey through the scorching heats of summers and constant downpours of monsoons.
The Smallest of moments is what stays with us, be it a smile from the loved or a curse from the stranger on road. Every moment is fierce but never ending in the vaults of your hippocampus. Every hand that goes up to the clouds, touches not just one but runs far and beyond. Every kiss of light was not just cherished but driven deep inside to the full.
Life is a claustrophobic cluster of events small and large with measurement scales left for the interpreter to ponder upon.
Arjun.C
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