YOU ARE BLINDED A story Is told In a day, which is gone , Into the deep west , With the wind , just like a kite , Knitted in blue and silver threads , You were afraid as it went higher and higher , in a lower voice Above all the greeneries just like a magic , that made your eyes wide open It was an old song sung in a newest version It will be old again in an another day As the way you are getting older Minute by minute , day by day and so on You may be writing as usual But when you have finished writing It isn't the same you , who have been writing ...... It ain't the same thoughts , you have been thinking ...... Dear self , time is passing ....... you are getting older ... Each and every minute you are dying.... Yet you couldn't notice because you are blinded ..... #aestheticthoughts #realisation #lifelessons #lifequotes #understandinglife #yqbaba #uncertainty #blindlove
