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Dead End

Every beginning sees an end.
Every day, year or season ends.
Every meeting, session or festivity ends.
Be it pain, misery or happiness that also ends.
Childhood, youth or old age also meets its end.
Life itself that once joyously blooms sadly at its appointed hour ends.
End is for sure certain. 
Still end is what scares,
End is what is never welcomed.
Beginnings are while cherished.
End for some reasons is never glorified.
Especially when end isn't all of a sudden.
And, forces of nature have no hidden hand to play the button of end or decay.
Rather end is more because of constant ignorance to the red flags.
The red flags taken lightly,
because of holding on too long on false vows and promises so tightly.
When one fails to realize that one's voice has for others become a noise.
When one's absence goes unheeded and presence becomes cumbersome. 
When one no longer stands out of the crowd,
But is treated just as an unnoticed part of that very crowd. 
When the one's sweet world gets passive and turns away to the world around. 
When all dreams are shattered and touch the ground. 
Ground of infinite sadness that is perhaps the only matter of fact,
 Then understand it's time of reality check
to choose between grace and disgrace.
By accepting the change of status quo either by keeping one's cool or loosing one's temper.
Tactic has to be a wise choice.
Choice between the two possible ways 
Which of course, isn't a child's play.
Breaking the ice or giving the cold shoulder. 
To try one last time to step on the same boat or to be forever on different wavelengths.
Not being unmindful to the point that life isn't always a piece of cake,
but is mostly a tough nut to Crack.
At times speaking your mind won't aid,
rather biting your tongue might be a saviour in disguise. 
If one is reaching a dead end,
It's better not to expect light at the end of the tunnel,
Rather one should be ready to traverse back on the square one.
Alas! In battle called life one might be howsoever expert player and might have always hit the nail on the head,
One day for sure even that outstanding player will miss the mark. 
It is the hay time when one's audible shrieks are if no longer addressed, 
one must venture to transform them into  inaudible sighs.
And above all one has to realize that now silence is next to possible to be killed.
While that moment isn't far when silence is no less than a predator and will definitely break the one who yearned for it to break.
Accept the fact that one is single and one is alone.
One is helpless and has nothing else to do but to wait for the spiritual knock.
One should be ready to put one's weapons down and to take off all guards.
And believe that God will for sure fight one's battles and would take charge of the broken hearts. 














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