Ageing

Don't really understand, why sometimes it's lovely to ponder over death, it's morosely beautiful. Life is elusive, in each moment, making you an april fool every day, every now n then, never hugs, but whenever u think ur right there to embrace it, it just takes that notorious turn and u find urself at another nook of an unending maze.

But death is like first love, always welcoming to hug you, no matter how good or how bad ur in worldly terms, in a sense, it's a great leveler. With every passing moment, you come near and more near, no elusion, no treachery, only the pleasent moros darkness which is like black hole, all embracing, all comsuming. And then u notice the silver in ur hair feeling giddy about it, ur reaching there....buddy