It all comes back to the backyard grave.

The vacillating voice hits my head
With numerous cries
And impairing sound.
I have been hurt enough though, 
Can't grasp the meaning 
Can't grasp the thud 
Obstinate mind, would never try to hear 
The suggestion so true 
The voice in blues 
Faced hard cracks with shattering loud,
My heart, it gets up and searches for wows,
Promises by cheaters with cheering hopes
It all comes back to the backyard grave

Eyes can't stop looking at it,
Mind runs back to the memories again 
Thoughts are bright but dim is the light,
It yearns for more shine 
and yearns for rains
And it all takes me back to the fruitless hopes
And it all comes back to the backyard grave.

Without the concern for the future.

         With arms stretched standing on the edge of mountain, the man shouted,"Don't worry dear, some solution will flow to you like this wind" he could have fallen from that height. He was a step away from death. 
       He turned around to see me in my life jacket. I was on my trip to the cliffs of the high mountains. He came near me and said, "Don't worry dear, the wind won't let you hit the ground" I heard his voice fading and it finally disappeared among the bushes. 
     The man might have been a rebel or an audacious. Whoever he was, he was least concerned about future. He showed no sign of concern for anything around him. His call which echoed, signaled about his problem. With the wonder for the man, I reminisced all the moments. 
         Moments which I had spent without any fear or concern. I ended up with nothing in my mind. I remembered, the slides which had me sliding down but landing me in mud. I used to get serious scoldings from my mom for dirtying my clothes. Was that really something which I had done without the concern for future?
      I remembered the falls from my bicycle. No matter how many times I landed heavily hurting myself, I used to get up and ride the cycle again. I kept wondering. 
          Our adult mind keeps developing year by year, day by day and moment by moment. With the development, comes the worries of losing the complexities. We are taught to take care of ourselves because, we get life only once. 
     This is how, we survive, we walk carefully, perturbing about any accident that may strike us. We are constantly ruled by fear. We do everything with great manoeuvre in fear of the future. That is true that we get life only once. But it is also true that life is to live,not to survive, being afraid of the dangers that may end our life. 
       We think about others more than we think of ourselves. Care, affection and also responsibilities, they hover around our minds. I thought about it more and I was relishing more memories which I had lived being dauntless. With the wind hitting my face, I sat on the edge of the mountain. This time I felt the wind in my fist rather than seeing for the height from I may fall, or anything that may happen to me in near future.