Life and us
I see a person walking over that alley- without any life. Just as a thing depreciates over time and perishes one day, so is that person who has got all things to be called biologically alive but still for me there is no life in that person. He is long dead. When he is leaving every shop behind him, I feel he is passing out each day just to reach the moment when he will be called- Dead. He never notices how beautiful that shop was which he just left behind.
True they say- living life is an art. It's about 'living' not about 'life-span'. You see what is the difference between the mirror hanging against the wall and the person strolling over that alley- it's in that 'living'. Both of them have got a life span and both of them will be out of use one day. A mirror is doing it's job perfectly- extending the 'life-span'. But that person is not just to have a long 'life-span' but every shop that he crosses should be worth calling a 'living'.
You have got such a small life- how can you hate someone, how can you fight someone, how can you choke them for being black, how can you kill her for being a girl, how can you massacre them for being born into that religion, how can you punish them for their history. Why can't you love them as human, why can't you walk with hands together.
They are 'black' only because we believe whites are superior,
They are 'girls' only because we believe boys are virile,
They are 'that religion' only because we believe religions are exclusive,
They are 'bloody' only because we believe history applies to them all.
Don't let it pass away man because there is no afterlife,
It is the only life.
Yours only life.
Only life.
Love them or hate them- they shall die and you shall die.
—Prashant Tiwari
