Life plays funny games with you... You always want to have the things
you like and life gives you everything but what you like and when you
start getting accustomed to it and learns to live with what you have,
the extinction begins...
Extinction of likes, extinction of possessions, extinction of dreams... you see everything around you, have everything around you, yet you struggle to even touch it once, feel it once, let apart possessing it. And this time the rebel comes out, in hope that this will again change and something else will start like the extinction started... the rebel just cries... Everyone is around you, everything is around you... yet nothing is for you, everyone see you from thier own perspective and then you realize... the extinction that started was of you... only you...
Extinction of likes, extinction of possessions, extinction of dreams... you see everything around you, have everything around you, yet you struggle to even touch it once, feel it once, let apart possessing it. And this time the rebel comes out, in hope that this will again change and something else will start like the extinction started... the rebel just cries... Everyone is around you, everything is around you... yet nothing is for you, everyone see you from thier own perspective and then you realize... the extinction that started was of you... only you...
And this goes... the inside turmoil, the clashes of self respect, self
image and the existence is slowly, silently contributing to the
extinction... churning the soul to hell...
You have everything around you, music, colors, flowers, near and dear ones but nothing is for you...
The burning hell, the turmoil shows that you are the only culprit, only responsible for all this... you are already at the verge of extinction while neither you are source of it nor the end...
And the effect of this tempest, the blizzard is that you are pulling yourself apart wishing to get a new you from inside... burning yourself and wishing to get a new you... wishing to have a new life like a Phoenix... but Phoenix seems a myth and this fire doesn't burns you to dust...
Its just the feeling that keeps you apart... apart from everything, what you want, what you like, what you wish, what you dream and what you are... and burns you inside...
Your soul fighting for the freedom, the breath and the life...
And the rebel just cries... waiting for...
Extinction or Phoenix's second life...
You have everything around you, music, colors, flowers, near and dear ones but nothing is for you...
The burning hell, the turmoil shows that you are the only culprit, only responsible for all this... you are already at the verge of extinction while neither you are source of it nor the end...
And the effect of this tempest, the blizzard is that you are pulling yourself apart wishing to get a new you from inside... burning yourself and wishing to get a new you... wishing to have a new life like a Phoenix... but Phoenix seems a myth and this fire doesn't burns you to dust...
Its just the feeling that keeps you apart... apart from everything, what you want, what you like, what you wish, what you dream and what you are... and burns you inside...
Your soul fighting for the freedom, the breath and the life...
And the rebel just cries... waiting for...
Extinction or Phoenix's second life...
