Poetry, Quill

The Journey

It begins from dust to man ……

In between
Life takes him to pristine, but he never accept due to his notions, still it keep on holding him , without letting him down.

Whenever he feel devastated, he starts running from it and when the situations are elated, he love to stay and this is how just by repeating it he came to end.

Where the man ,that arise from dust again goes into it .

It ends to dust from man ....

Time cannot be kept at bay
The more it goes
The more it gone
The more it takes away…

One thought on “The Journey”

  1. Pretty nice post. I just stumbled upon your blog and wished to say that I
    have truly enjoyed surfing around your blog posts.
    In any case I’ll be subscribing to your feed and I hope you write again very

Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *