Heads in the mob!

& Life is just another piece of cake
You can have black forest, while she can take pineapple plum
But, the choice is always yours, if you really want to eat
And if eating is out of your league
You are supposed to stay back quietly, take a sit
And not try, perceive, that its a defeat
On your part, or someone else's
Since, you denied and they chose to eat!

By this time I have come across a few bunches of people. People: red haired, short haired, black braids, small body, huge bones, pretty face, strong head, every possible way, in which god could have created his most beautiful creature. I wonder how then this creature by the time it was filled with a life, a life technically a life, with the pumping of heart, working of its cerebra, the rushing veins, the moving limbs and all, stopped living. It is weird, just too much, when you see how people have a life but they don’t live. They survive every other day, through the clouds, the sun and the moon, but whilst then, they forget to live. With their notion of hustle and bustle, with their ordinarily yet deliberately complicated thoughts they not only stop living for themselves, but keep some other lives, who want to stretch beyond mere survival from being alive.

Humans, yes they definitely came together, as a unity with all their consent and cordiality. But is not it true that in every contract the party has his/ her rights and obligations, there is always an offer and an acceptance. Who then would want to be subjected to willful dejection, just for the fact that prying eyes cannot help themselves from meddling! Let alone be the reciprocity you deserve, demand out of your courtesy and assistance. It is rendered worthless, just better to forget your deeds of kindness the moment they are done. Else you yourself are the victim of your good deeds, arrested in your own veil of anticipation.

It is too easy for people to live this way, maybe. The reason? Yeah the reason then is the conjecture they throw, the surmise they pass, that is so easy, it is much easier for them to cover themselves up with. Rather than coming across, confronting the reality, where the story takes a different run, erratic turn. Which then can do nothing but show the mirror image of the surviving beasts on how whole the while trying to survive, they have forgotten to be a human. The human, for whose existence they have come so far, they have ditched, hurt, hated, loved, flown, grown, misjudged, subdued and everything possible to someone else, who then is just another human learning to come alive out of their life!