A murky shadow that starts to grow up when you are born... Keeps on shifting its course escalatingly, comes under your feet, takes you to the acme of the mortality and over again it starts declining and start laying at your front... you just want to grasp it.. Want to capture it... But it runs ahead of you... Leading you to nowhere and when you get sapped and reach the zenith of your thirst for it. It sets...Taking you with it in the "murky grave" forever...never to rise again!!
Allah o Akbar :)
ReplyDeletewell yes, all our lives we follow the trails of wishes, dreams and desires. Only to end up in grave.
I love the way you said the shadow starts growing, what a beautiful way to say it :) !!
nice one! keep posting.
welcome in by the way :)
thank you asbah!
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