SURVIVAL

I want to crawl
Before lights fade
Before my eyes fail
To intrude the dark
I want to crawl
To the line of life
Before the race ends
Before the heaven calls
I want to crawl
To the ocean of peace
Before in agony
I get caught
I want to crawl..

WIPE OUT

There are few things which are buried deep in the soils of one's not so conscious mind. What is required for them to re emerge is just a few drops of water. That sprinkle of water can be one's utter desire to keep things in memory. The millions and billions of neurons store things that are dearest to us. And we are ready to do anything just to keep the plant of memories alive and green inside us.
What happens when these precious banks begin to become bankrupt? It feels like someone is pulling away minute threads out of the immense bunch of entwined fibre which cant be felt by our mere earthly senses.
Wipe out. An ultimately horrifying experience. You know that u are trying to remember something. But where is it? U wander in the dark unexplored streets of ur mind, not knowing where to go. U cant find the way out too because there is no source of light. U fear u will be sucked into the darkness. The memories u want are finally not there. They are wiped out. And u know that. Nothing can be worse. As one dies, all the streets which had a sign board showing the name of the wonderful thing they remembered for u begin to fade away. They are demolished and u know that they are being done so. A true helpless feeling.
A biological sign ? That we are mere mortals and there are few things we won't be able to control ever.