Did you ever rise up to a situation that held your breath?
A morning beauty or a nightmare?
The best you did or the worst you were made to do?
Every single day, there is at least one such situation that holds your breath
And that makes you go cold!
In amaze or craze, in fear or tear
But that shakes you up, right?
Why does that ever happen?
For you are not used to the unusual rare realities
Sometimes the beauty, sometimes the hideous
That breath actually makes you question,
The Barbie you want to be,
The Harley Quinn residing within
The Prince Charming you desire
The Black Ghost you fear
Why fear, why excite, why react only to the unusual
When everything you do is breathtaking
Why the exquisite or the austere holds your breath
When you yourself are the paradox of the
BEST in you, WORST you could be...
Why not experience the tinniest moment
And the most prolonged event
Crying over, leaning over
Let's get into the river of the life
And go with the flow of every little second and make it worth living
Do the good, try being better and end up being the BEST
Do the bad, experience the worse and learn from the WORST
Why let any breath hold, when every moment you can mould
Why not take a picture with a face full of frown
Why only smiles?
Let it all be a mess, making everything breathtaking
Where you don't have to do "breath holding"