Last night was worth dreaming,
And the next frozen morning was worth living,
Thought to make that ‘jour’ something unusual,
Stepped down from my maison with a feeling, can’t express coz it was outlandish,
The journey for my bureau started and my cher cronies clouds gave an outcry,
It just then began to rain and and my eyes filled with the tears of mixed feelings. Want to know why?
A small kid on the road was dancing in that rain like he had that only day to live,
I approached that kiddo and asked, “Why was he doing so?”
He answered me, “I think I have only this moment to live for, then why not make it an odd like some spell”
Then I aksed him, “What is your dream?”
The sweet child answered charmingly, “To live fast and die young”…
I was astonished and left from there.
On crossing the first signal, after capturing that moment, I saw a mid-aged man who was instead running like hell from that same pluie,
I went aside of road and covered him with my jacket,
Walked with him trying to cope his pace, and asked him,”Why was running from this heavenly
drops?”
He answered me ,”I don’t want to add more tears to my life”.
The man was about to live but I again asked him,”What is your dream?”
He said, “What is a dream?”…and smiled with a pessimistic perception …
I left from there in a shock…
While I was about to complete my journey, I echoed both the incidents, and decided that,
“Every moment there’s something new to do, but what if its different.
Every moment there’s something different to do, but what if its of sui generis.
Every moment there’s something unique to do, but what if its strange.
Every moment there’s something strange to do, but what if its weird.
Every moment there’s something weird to do, but what if its got a spell.
Et..life is like a caboose of all these moments. ..then what if its my own vita…my own lebel…my own experience.
Every moment is life and my life has just one thing to do, that is to
live it to the fullest and its can be only once..”
Then why not today?
