Darkness is scared of you, for it cannot see you

Bright light is scared of you, for it can see you fully

Death is scare of you, for you might reach him soon

Life is scared of you, for it has to put up with you

You are scared of yourself for whatever you are

You are scared of yourself for whatever you are not

All this makes us feel fear is inseparable part and a constant companion

Perhaps the redemption lies beyond light/darkness/life/death/you

@Display

Snickers with flickers

Overruns with underruns

Blue screen vies with blue sky

With suspended animation

There goes the recovered resumption

So bright, yet so dark

Nuanced balance is the color key

Power packed performance

Purposefully dithers to get around bands

Stray facts about artifacts….all are at Display

Time is tired of you

Evenings are wearied of you

Surroundings are bored of you

Air turned stale with never ending cycles of breathing….

Buds bloomed and shriveling, we relish on achievements

Tender barks withering, yet we count on experience.

Warm blood turning cold, and freezing, we elate and call it the composure

Of course, the best consolation is wisdom, no one but only the inexorability of time bestows

Beauty lies in the eyes of the beholder. May be true...otherwise how else would He have corrected unintended creative mistakes.

Empires, little or big, are ever shaky and fragile

Existence is flitting, but ground is always firmer and

souls are indestructible

Enduring are only love and humanity

Triumphalism is ever short-lived, but

Thanks is tear wiper

Appreciation is a succor to the exhausted

Recognition is a trophy to the 'worker bees'

But, again it is on going onward journey towards yet another bog

Thou shall maintain high animal spirits regardless for there is no other way