Coming to the terms of life is difficult I, sense but with with winds that came across patting my back with reassurance that life holds more than what I, expected and made me move along swaths of grass and asked me to take in the fragrance, devoured the freshness from the mist of serenity, walked into the portals of nothingness, where I could feel the hollowness of eternity and a mere of thought of no pain and no rain of happiness, moves towards the infinity of lives where life is nothing a matter of living during the course of breaths we take in order to rein the horses of uneven moments, love and loss is a matter of wants and wishes, embers of past are mere spangles in the amber of feelings, parchment of heart seeks feathers of flights to fly in the Elysium of silence, where no matter exists and no distance matters, now nothing matters to me as life is a matter of continuity or lives or for eternity I seek the hollowness of destiny, where destiny would wonder to be what's the matter and point of it's own existence and entity ©prasannakkumar