POISON...

Poison… the penumbra of life in oracle... one problem… many solutions..?

Call it vengeance, name it revenge, be it enmity...

Poison nominates a destined route for each life in hell or heavens…

Poison… suffices a melodious note to all ears, a noiseless virtue to serenity, seamless attire of orison, a myriad force which stops all opera, all orchestra beats… does not spare even heart beats...

Poison... carrier of sankhs of pythons, septicemia snakes, venom in some arrows in battlefields, even few merciless tongues of us humans, even found in abundance in horticulture, trees and jungles all around...

Poison… influences each soul a complete circumference of earth, sky and water in no time. The beauty of its existence lies in the fact… of its subtle enigma of living in reality and still… not getting effected…

Poison... makes one fight a real war of life before life… and a life after life. For few it enacts a beginning of a new life may be for few some it is the last chapter. Patiently it endorses all ambitions, leaves no craving for more, completely satisfied…..

Poison… sees no light, feels no air, no breaths. It is the motionless subordinate to one time solution to all problems or may be... one problem... no solution..?