No Blues

your dignity to be masked out. You tediously save your eternity from testing. This infinite ratio let you to the coherence of it. It was not about something semi. But the line which you draw. It’s all black. Tends to white as human breaths out, in each of his step, following that line. There was about the seconds and hours line moving, which intends to tell the time consumed and left. It’s all of like we roam near by it. Try to make that black in to white. Which suddenly ends up some where. Observer leave it’s seat and sat at the side line. And just staring at you. Very sharply, with a polite smile. And ask you. Have you not enjoyed the trip of black road. And you say “I am on the way’, just this the turmoil to pass away. Same I saw back”. But the Sanity of that person laughs at you. It was coming from inside and you hear that. But could not judge properly. You find this, the dead end.

All becomes black. A wind with the small tiny particles flashes on faces of the people behind you, walking. But still are so much filled with Myths. They can’t see the Origin.

They keep moving , not aware of what has happened. Not aware of the particles hitting there bodies were the ashes of the person they were following. Instead they were happy for being first moving on the black line. As they can’t see any one ahead of them. But those were the nearest to dead end.