The distance to death is shrinking en route a slippery ground of ignorance. The choice of no choice is a near deliberate resistance. consciously unconscious! Kamakhya
the darkness has set in before it is completely dark the light slipping away, from the horizon! the painful uncertainty, of waiting, against a certainty of journey the sinking confidence, the mounting insecurities, all started with, the birth of wrinkles a confluence, of fear, anxiety, hopelessness the so called freedom, now in the lock up, and individuality, already jailed! aching compromises.. now christened adaptability! the stacked up tears in the heart, and longings, in the deep swollen eyes, trying to convey... " please understand me.. the physical decline, natural,may be a part of life, but the moral decline, by you all, is not the art of life" the living Gods, living in obscurity like an abandoned structure, co-existing with new houses I knew them long before, in their youth who gave everything, to their offsprings, who built the families, the societies, being the architects of values, erudition,hopes, welfare! or who kept everything ready, for the posterity to enjoy more than they, I want them to be loved, understood,cared for.. for the twilight is as universal and generic, as life and death for hope against hopes is also called hope!