Life sometimes brings to you a bunch of long awaited surprises and then in the blink of an eye takes some others away! The path to a happy life is unknown to us. We design our own life coloring it with the raw paint of our desires and framing it to our little hearts. I often think that human life is the gypsy way of living-we live through one phase to another of life. With each passing phase we make our choices amongst the mayhem of dilemmas.
I know not who created us- God or Science - but whoever did has done a great job. We are so different, varied thoughts and colors and yet we survive by breathing in the same air. We are endowed with brains and capabilities. The best we can do is use them the best way we can. The best lived life is of the one who ceases to exist but is still remembered and cried for!
Dust I will one day be,
Riches I have to one day forgo,
I will cease to breathe one day,
My heart will stop beating one day.
One true tear drop,
One heart that beats to see me again,
Just one such being that remembers me,
Will pave the salvation path for me.
