Life's Archives.
All saved moments of life,
Do not find a place as treasures,in one's archives.
Some are preserved as personal files.
Others become printouts for private circulation.
Some get deleted too,in course of time.
A few also get retrieved from the recycle bin.
It's all because of the processor's failure,
To filter what is to be cherished,
And what is to perish as failed shots.
Between intelligence and emotion,
Who plays foul or performs collateral damage,
Is more a casual happening,than one cataloged.
The contextual glory of life is at times
Set aside by a scroll of suffocating situations.
Intelligence and emotions are like Facebook friends,
Endorsing posts with likes and comments,
With their yardsticks of perusal and passion.
The more you peruse,the more you skip.
The more passionate,the richer the archives.
Life's archives are heavier with passion,
But stronger, on programmes of sense and sensibility.
P.Chandrasekaran.
All saved moments of life,
Do not find a place as treasures,in one's archives.
Some are preserved as personal files.
Others become printouts for private circulation.
Some get deleted too,in course of time.
A few also get retrieved from the recycle bin.
It's all because of the processor's failure,
To filter what is to be cherished,
And what is to perish as failed shots.
Between intelligence and emotion,
Who plays foul or performs collateral damage,
Is more a casual happening,than one cataloged.
The contextual glory of life is at times
Set aside by a scroll of suffocating situations.
Intelligence and emotions are like Facebook friends,
Endorsing posts with likes and comments,
With their yardsticks of perusal and passion.
The more you peruse,the more you skip.
The more passionate,the richer the archives.
Life's archives are heavier with passion,
But stronger, on programmes of sense and sensibility.
P.Chandrasekaran.
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