"Meaning-less write-up"

The strokes of colorful brushes into a white canvas, turns life into a different angle.after the long walk towards the life,each milestone has its own stories to recite. the tune of life witnesses every footsteps.when i look back and tried to capture the snap of footprints,the lens of life shows the images of black and white.the white turns into grey while the black turns into more darker and darker.when i zoomed it, i saw the flame of a candle.the flame is trying to move with the hands of fan but intentionally i kept it in a corner where the flame is stand still so that i could able to take the snapshot. Oh its so amazing to feel the flame. the tiredness of mind needs refreshment.everyday i questioned myself what next,but when i gaze the flying birds i able to feel myself that there is no need to question.life itself has so many answers.it does not matter what i perceive or what i dream,the only thing that is quite valuable is the happiness of love.The sacrifices of time,emotions,and even the whole life for them is what the real love is.it does not mean meeting and departing on the journey or the voyage of life.it is something which cannot be expressed interms of life activities,i know not whether my words were meaningful or not but there is something or some activities where we can feel like to observe the tidbits of their life.Its being a long time to feel the movement of eyelids and the touch of their fragrance and the color of their canvas.The flower is blooming ,the bird is chirping,the sun is rising, the winter is witnessing,oh the morning is so calm and beautiful but the mind is still annoying and vibrating.vibrating as if someone is playing violin inside ,oh the composer is unable to compose, oh mind, when u will be calm and serene.Time has come to feel the cacophony of waves, oh i know not when i can feel the soft sand of wide sea.corals and shells were so white and beautiful, feel like to play with the sea bird,feel like to create a beautiful sand art of a castle, where people can smoke inside and have the old french tasteless beer. Oh, while entering into the castle i met with a dead dragonfly, i can still fill that,he might be breathing.May be some innocent heart will crush all his dream and desire. i know not what to do next, next wheni enter into the main hall of fame there i saw an old painting of Monalisa hanging into the old wall. How beautifully Leonardo has painted it and gifted it to the world. how great artist has been born. The reason might be the essence and presence of their love. when i turned back ,darkness holds me and i found myself inside the dark cage with so many spider webs.The webs were highly structured and organized. why we cant organize our own webby mind? Is it because we are not as intelligent as spider. I closed my eyes, someone took me into the world of suffering and pain where there is no happiness.with each passing days , various noises were emerged from the sink of noisy mind. Oh i know not why it is so irritating to stand in between. why cannot people be soft and peaceful?some minds never realize how peaceful it is to be numb.yes just like the numbness and stillness of an old painting.peaceful nerves moving around and framed their memories while the other side noisy nerves standing still and refreshing their memories.This might be the journey of life.Oh the noisy crashing waves erased my sand art and the castle is no more and the waves of the sea is no more.only the bird,and the rising sun and the plant and the emotions and the feeling.Nothing else, the ginger need to be grind,the jar need to be clean,the tea-leaves need to be dipped into the milk, the dirty hands need to be clean.In between the journey need to be travel, the web of life need to be structured and organized. Oh i know not, what i have written.sometimes its good to jot down the meaningless things in our life.as someone said "life is quiet meaningful".

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