The unfolding layers

 I

Twilight approaches without a warning

The sun sets fast with red golden colors

Darkness slowly rushes in to take the place

And, the night wishes to stay here for some time.

The corridor is so quiet, only my chair and I seated there

With strands of wishes unfulfilled and daunting memories

The mosquitoes buzz hard musicality, adds pain to ears

Life rolls non-stop with ubiquitous presence to mark its presence.

II

I try to decipher the language of life

Decryption of life?

My conscience began to ask

Yes, I try as might as I can, or possibly can

Each attempt to decrypt goes in vain

For every decryption becomes a deception

That traps me far deeper unto the web of my conscience.

III

I get up from the chair

With mindfulness my steps placed

Conscientiously I move myself

Forgetting everything that were in the past

Leaving the grip of everything that is going to be

I am now clothe in the present

I realize

I am decrypting life

I am learning to be alive

With the secrets embedded in life

Present unveils a little of the secret

The breathtaking mystery of time

The rest goes to make the life itself.

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