The wads or bundles that hold sway in the way things work day in and dayout in our world have a competitor.
None other than our very own precious bundles of joy.Some in exact contradicton to the wads accumulated over a period of time in context of their generation.
The wads can be earned,via an extra ordinary handiwork of a genius or via hard work and sheer grit.The other alternatives for being born could be the artwork of a con artist or someone streetsmart.
The bundles of joy that I shall be commmenting upon owe their budding to the actuality of love, the lore of the birds and the bees.
The intrinsic nature of their ascent is in sublime coordination to the mechanics of the most illustrious,God Himself.These bundles of joy are priceless and needless to say, the sway of nature in its pristine.
The bundles of greens are hence or at least should be detered from gaining the number one position as they owe their existence to the external and not the ephemeral.
It is the progeny of mankind that holds forth the laurell to the nurturing of a better society, the creation of heaven on earth.
The incurred hence find love,as they portray what we truely are, love.One may safely envisage that the future nurture of our society shall be accutely inflicted with a dearth of love in immense magnitude.The drought shall parch the souls of our little bundles of joy to an extent unimaginable and most pityfull in nature.
Our bundles of joy are what hold the key to the success of what they inherit through us and they alone shall deal with the sun and its shine.The lustre of money may mesmerise, but the sensation shall be truly fleeting at a rapid rate, by its petty nature.The "His Highness"syndrome prevalent amidst the most of us shall have to give way to self introspection for the sake of the bundles of joy that we cherish so much.
It is only then, that , we shall realise the inextricable links that bind each and every one amongst us.
The links so very clear when we see ailses upon ailes of the bundles of joy so similar and so astonishingly mirror like in their fray.I mean the little hands, the uncanny and unartificial donning of His innocense clearly visible in all the bundles of joy.
So earth shatteringly defiant in their oneness, that it makes me wonder as to what sets them at loggerheads as they blossom from innocense to nonsense.
Article Published: Wednesday 31st October 2007

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