
Ever you face a bad master?Yeah I am talking about the Times.We used to heard many stories about histories and ancient times giving me thrill about such great melody of orchestra's kind of events that people left for us to learn from them.The library corners full of dust,wrapped in webs holding the far journeys of many personages & the museums with over-the-hill statues,traditions,civilizations & marks of foot prints from old ages left us silent about their stories & gives goosebumps after knowing their struggles,battles,beauty,exquisite & dedication for their times.Many Antediluvian histories include the places who never left a sign of their existence ever in this world anywhere & many archaeologists just drowned in the ocean of queries about their mysteriousness & silence and still heard echos around some where in the air.This hierarchy has been followed by the string of never ending stories.Its quite a weird thing of having sensation & feeling about to look everything in front of you & to feel every story happened before you that is now vanished somewhere in the lines of books.From how long this hierarchy has been taken place & rooted in the mud of history,growing & growing & spreading its branches among the new sprouting buds,letting them know about every part of them & every hurdle,that from how long the building of life is under construction,holding & adhesive million of brick of stories holding and supporting the string but now nothing more than holding spaces between sentences that just shattered our souls.I used to think, everything has been created, many comes many go.Now its the time, when we are here and everything is happening and it is real.We can smell the new air which would be the smell of few pages for those after us. one day we will be the the story to some one or be the part of some old photographs,having our remains in some tint metallic boxes hiding in the attic with the old music playlists and a big generation gap.I am feeling very good in this body and its all like a fantasy that we are leaving something too for some one and we will be the stories too or may be the part of best books so people might know our perspectives too.Time is really a very anonymous thing,it let us learn many things at every step and we do learn & burn ourselves to try to give light.One day that would be a time's revolution when we will be known by a very unique character of this hierarchical tree & be the part of those roots holding our stories inside their veins & cold body.we will be the one who will add a golden page in history ,just after when we start believing ourselves.At that moment those pages will not be just a stories to some one but a non stoppable echos of our spirits & melodies of our voices.we will be the one,who one day leaves history too.
"Be in love with the echos of far away historical hierarchy because one day you will wake up with the sensation that you have left the history too."
Nice but I try to understand it .
ReplyDeleteactually no need to get confuse between jumble of words.Inshort, we must know,why do we exist & do everything worth to remember because one day we will be only a history for others !
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