Two concaves, joint together- moving in tune with the Nth symphony of Silence,
Like they were free, free from all the self created troubles stemming from overambitious desires.
As I looked at it curling, I heard an accelerating looping sound-Ring was humming, like it was happy to be alive.
I kept on looking at the ring, as it moved on its axis from side to side, and now two words came to my mind- oblivious intoxication.
Now,the ring seemed rebellious,tired of gravitational tyranny-it had gone rouge.
I could not take my eyes off the ring, like I was looking for some unanswered celestial questions.
Then I saw it slowing down, like it had lost, but was not ready to get on its knees to handover its armor.
and then another strikingly familiar word came to me-Human.
Slowly, the ring came to a halt, with two sides still trying to raise head,still humming quietly-showing the elegant candor, before it could come to a complete stop.
At this point, an epiphanous outbreak led me to two words-Graceful Fall
An end, with these two words in cahoots-has not been a part to a life of many great men.
