This world holds a mystery in itself. Nothing about it is certain. It continues to bamboozle the earthlings with its mysterious facades. It draws a line between the artist and the artiste. Everytime I have a look around, I am amazed by the new vignettes. The so resemble the rhythm of life. But the bouquet of every wine doesn't match one's taste! One needs to be astute in grabbing one's piece of life or else the malevolent look of destiny will take you down the drains. And yes! how did I forget the fine piercing needles that come out of the oral cavity! Though Mrs. Malaprop was a fictional character but following her in real world can be quite dangerous! The juggernaut of the blow proves to be fatal and one lands back on the very earth, his/ her alma mater.
I just opened a Pandora's Box and couldn't prevent the unstoppable from reigning the mind. All what is left behind is hope, a four letter word that has enough power to make one move out of the grave alive. But with some, it brings on a lot of negative effect. It paves smooth way from cradle to grave. Vertical integration. ROFL! At times it seems that river of life has become another Styx! You can very well hear the euphonous voice at the bank but as soon as you go deep in, it is the HAdes!
*Did it make a sense!>>* :-|
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