walking

I have a guitar, but I don’t know how to play it, I keep writing the lyrics that I’d love to sing strumming it. I know sometimes I’m being intrusive even in my own thoughts........but I eventually realize that I’m walking alone in the boulevard.
As I move along the path, my shadows walk along and they wander away after a while, every thing leaves and I’m lost, and then I dream alone in the boulevard.
Then there are my incomprehension, my incombustible dreams and my inconspicuous being, my digressing mind and its incoherent thoughts........and I love alone in the boulevard.
Tired of questioning and questions, I let the answers wander away......... but I smell a beautiful perfume and a song finds its way into my head, and stays there, and makes me fearless...........and I sing alone in the boulevard.
Incorporeal to the world, I lie free under the open star studded sky............which belongs to me. Nothing means the same to me anymore, nothing means anything to me anymore. In that heaven I find all the colours, the beautiful songs, all the perfumes........and I’m born again in the boulevard.

Ummmmmmmmmm..............................LIFE?

Now, living on this planet for 18 years, right under the sun, amongst several species, is it too much of me to ask for the meaning of the small word LIFE? “Small it seems but carries so much in it.” Said Mr. Philosopher. Well................ahem..............I wonder what happened to simplifying things!?

LIFE is a game.......play safe, they say..........but I break every rule of this game.
LIFE is a mystery...............sounds mysterious..........but hey! Who said my genetic material is similar to that of Sherlock Holmes?
LIFE is like theater..........ah! But with that being the case, I have run out of dialogues........ I am not well rehersed.........and has anyone seen my script?
Great people from all fields of this world (and anybody who cared to bother) have given their theories, and now readers here is MY theory.........
LIFE is like ORGANIC CHEMISTRY........ I can never understand it completely!
Every time I find the meaning of life they just change the dictionary! So I thought of advice from my progenitors and was promptly shown the way to my study table apart from being enlightened on the topic “HOW IMPORTANT STUDIES ARE IN STUDENT’S LIFE”( I eventually dropped the idea of letting them know MY theory.)
So if anybody says “EUREKA” for the word, please shower upon me the knowledge.