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simply...LIVE!

living life in similies and metaphors,
living a life written in verse and prose,
the complexities and complications,
of a complex sentence compounded.

when u've lived your life,
and wait for the final call...

u will not say,

"my life was like a kite,blowing in the wind,buffetted by the gust,flying among the clouds."

nor r u going to say..

"my life a flowingriver,gushed and frothed over the rocks,to finally meet my destiny, in the salty seas."

Nah! when u r lying in your death bed,similies and metaphors are not going to be upper most on your mind.
the 'end' brings a clarity of thought ,a sudden enlightenment,
that life is not a complex sentence,
sometimes it can be a compound sentence,
but mostly life is a simple sentence.

and at the 'end' u will be wanting to say-
'i lived'. "i lived well"

Comments

Akshay said…
Hey Kuheli..dont call life a sentence yaar!!..n wat brings clarity of thought is the 'beginning' n not the 'end' (atleast it shud be not too close to the end if one wants to claim to have 'lived' life, if u know wat i mean)..
that is the irony...unfortunately the clarity comes too late..we get bogged down by the small things and forget to see the big picture..
we r so bothered abt the commas and full stops and the verb and adjective that the meaning sometimes is lost amongst the vocabulary...
if u know what i mean..

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