Like a pendulum waiting to complete,
Its ever so unaltered, unchangeable path,
Life has to revolve on its own accord,
SPACE between us remains the same,
WINDS have rusted our shadows in tears,
Of bronze and gold, eyes have withered,
Life of notes and verses never rhymes,
Rays of SUN haven’t changed its path,
With time it has outshined, outlined divine,
Holy EARTH embedded with spilled blood,
Smells the same when droplets of WATER,
Whispers to the downtrodden souls,
NATURE finds an alternate path to shine,
Like FIRE illuminating red and orange,
Covering the surface of sun like a helping hand,
Fire keeps igniting, lighting its unaltered path,
Life keeps evolving with the pendulum of time,
ELEMENTS withhold their unchangeable paths,
Souls into ashes, a part of the holy earth,
Nothing changes as the world seems the same,
No more than a breeze melting in thin air,
Our life never existed, rusted with time,
Life keeps revolving on its own accord.
Birth and death is a process, a path that cannot be changed, altered. We all live and then become a part of this holy earth. What I have tried to shown here is that in the end we all have to die, turn into ashes and never exist. But life doesn’t stop, time keeps ticking and so does the life of the people around us. Nature and life keeps evolving. Our existence never mattered, never existed. There is no preaching or anything involved in this piece of work. A simple process of life and death. That life and nature keeps evolving and time never stops.