Shayari Bazar

The universe, maybe a blank canvas, you and I are born to create a painting. Some people die from cancer, some people die at birth, and that's their painting. We'll share the same painting, we're born to die just like the universe began and it will end with your last breath.Our life might be a broken watch, or an untuned piano. Maybe all our lives, are but a drop, a drop in an ocean beyond control because chaos controls the rhythm of sound.Maybe the universe is a poem, and we're all the stanza break. Maybe the only way to live is to be poetic by the choices we make. Maybe the only way to see life is through the lenses of melody. Maybe we're all a poem or grand novel being written by an author. Maybe the only way to get through the night and day is to listen to your own heartbeat.To know that purposelessness and meaningless is a part of the human condition this will give you the strength to carry on through. And in the end your eyes could be a pen to write a story that would give yourself meaning.