Went to bed weary in my soul, dejected, as life was a burden. One bad , sunless day had camouflaged a beautiful life, as the fog hides the flower, ‘HE SAW’. I woke up in the morning and the rays of sun had theses letters on them which my weary soul could read, if you really need to live ‘for something’ live for me , I looked upon the trees and they whispered live for us I felt the dew, it said live for me. I looked upon the clouds and they said if we had not veiled the sun how you would have known that it does not only warms the body. I went through the day knowing there is so much to live for. I felt the squirrels shared my state, the birds shared my state and the only question came to me from my fellow being ‘ kya ho gaya, tu inta khush kyon ‘dikh’ raha hai aaj (what happened why are you ‘looking’ so happy today.

OH! ‘Polarity’ you make me live and then murder me to make me feel the life. Oneness is not the wisdom it’s rudimentary at this moment.