Theory of Life
Once again, I sit to write but there are no words... I yearn to express myself, but deep within an unreasonable silence prods me to the hilt. The very soul, like a kite, stuck in the 'hurricane of worrying thoughts'. But the kite still drifts, flutters and rise again in the strong winds. Isn’t this a simple nature's theory to remember for life-time? Do not nurse your bruised ego; there is only regret and sorrow in the end...