The blank face

Everyone has one, in fact everyone had to had one

When two parallel thoughts run or no thought run by

Some can hide and some had to quite hiding

It may not be an obvious face but a sure face

Nothings written yet still a messenger

It is a question or a warning

Asking why or against why

To express sarcasm and perplex

Of innocence and pertinence 

Of opportunities or pessimist

A face of agreement in disagreement

Unpredictable is when two blank face encounter

Surely everyone owns one, some just deny and some harness it

Epitome of 'I'

‘I am’ a Proclamation

‘I shall’ an Assurance

‘I will’ an Obligation

‘I want’ a Desire

‘I do’ a Subjugation

‘I had’ a Memory

‘I knew’ a Knowledge

‘I can’ a Declaration

‘I’ an Attitude

‘I’ an Ego

‘I’ a Definition

‘I’ an Identity

‘I’ a Question

‘I’ an Answer

‘I’ a Notion
'I' a Concept 

‘I’ a Destiny

The juncture

If I begin from the last breath

If I could steal the last moment

Still it will be insignificant, insignificant

All that has begun shall end

And the end shall be a new beginning

At the snap of second, all gone by

The virtuous nature still continue

But the one who like to thinks owns the nature will be soon gone.

Nature treat’s nothing fair unfairly

Randomity is uniformity for nature

In snap of time wonder architect vanish in vanity

The intertwine juncture between the new and the old

The gay days break down at the exact juncture and continues to fade faint

It matter the most but seemingly mean the least

After all what we have is what we have already destroyed

Make a choice but we still parish at a juncture

The point is, that’s the point.

To be asked

What is that magnify our memoirs?

Whose memocide one should wait?

Which imagination we continue to endure?

Whose horizon expands and contract?

Whose narrative flows forged?

Who’s picturesque is feed in witty design?

Whose felony is the felonious of all?

Whose massager and agency are worth hearing ears?

The walk to the pathless venture of valor.

Valor lost and sacrifice for the wretched cause?

Whose prose brings back my freedom and liberty, Is a rare found?

The considerate and the virtuous shall stand numb?

Let us pen down the answer. But how is that possible?

Because we are still due to catch the right source, the right path and the right calling.