one day..

it all be quiet.. the grains of sand, by which one claims to have captured the vastnesses of the deserts, would have slipped through.. the realities, the consciousness, the philosophies, the objects, the voices.. all of em would pass through a briefest moment of inertness only to cease for ever.. the places and roles will be replaced.. along with the history, life too gets forgotten may be to be remembered or is it that it’s only remembered to be forgotten eventually.. one day without a miss, the times surcease alongside their timelines.. when it happens, remember me less for the void, the name or a role, for i am more. remember me less, for the wars within and with the world are not to cease, for the stars still shine, the clouds still rain, and the destiny awaits you.

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