Memento Mori

He's walking through the Night's empty streets,
The only sound is produced by his own heartbeats.
A raven, pitch-black flies above his head,
He wonders if this bird is truly a bearer of change.

A scent , familiar and yet so unsuitable reaches his nose;
The scent of a rose.
This gracious and beloved flower,
A symbol of love , enlightening us about this like nothing else;
The red shows the power , the blossoms its beauty ,
The thorns refer to the pain.

He is aware that nothing but love can cause such bittersweet agony
Than the one of an aching heart.
And yet it is the only kind of pain which people voluntarily take a loss.
Because every one wants to survive the most twisted and yet sweetest seduction of all.

Since a man who does not know love is either a prisoner,
Or a man who is deadhearted.
Such is the greatest tragedy of all...

Alas, since a man who cannot feel is a stranger to this world.
And on his Judgment Day
No one will have mercy left for him,
Because he chose to sink in indifference instead to change his attitude and-
Learn to swim...
In the rivers of emotions and-
Learn to climb...
The  mountains of endless dreams and ambitions.