Every second, every instant is a strange colour invented by Time..
That comes with a hidden herring in red - Never cross that line!
When the instant arrives, one always assumes he is ready...
But, that is when the tables turn making him unsteady...
While the stairs towards success change strength and sides
Moments of bleak let the hope and faith glide...
And, at some point during the distress call....
One sees along many... testimony to - 'Pride goes before a fall!'
'Moment of epiphany' is what they call it?
Which awakens the soul that lies helpless at the bottom of the pit?
And, in that second it dawns...that
There is no written manual to manouevre the machine called Time..
Because Time never cautions us before we just step over the line!
But, that is how humans are, partly naive and, partly clever....
Impulses are strong as they command...it is - now or never!
Because there is a lot to let go and, a lot to embrace..
After all, Vices and virtues are two halves of the same mysterious face..
1 comments:
So true.
There's no manual that we can refer in this regard & that's sad.
We all may have the same number of hours, but someone has a good time, while for another it's bad...
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