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...

Comments

Popular posts from this blog

Nellai Travelogues

Random Rants