Every day a gift bestowed on you. On your eyelids is a wish for one more day to live. The past like tilting turrets fill your mind . You nonstop yearn to see another sunrise.

Look at yourself in the depth of the mirror. Seeing deeply in the eyes of one holding the mirror, your life passing the days like endless rivers weaving threads with souls and behold the tapestry unfold.

A mental list you make for another day to survive. Know not you what the next minute foretells. Such is this cryptic life we journey clutching faith and dreaming of hope.

You trudge ankle deep as time ravages you in tumultuous succession. Realise it's futile to believe in eternity. A mystery to...