If ever I was asked about the one complicated machine that had been ever created my vote would go for the human body not because I belonged to it’s category but no airplane,no telescope,no helicopter is as complicated as the human beings for there are many reasons.
FIRST: first of all the structure is to be praised.How beautifully is it set up.Which engineer,or which scientists would have come across the idea of making a structure that is easily enough to control the world. The eyes that could see the creations of almighty which are so magnificent that even the encyclopedia would fall short of the words.who would have ,other than the God HIMSELF !
SECOND: comes the gift bestowed to the human i.e life. Ever pondered about what life is basically?who created it by what intentions?Encyclopedia and thesaurus defines the life as that thing that is alive.but how far is it reality?because even an alive person is dead while he is asleep..but then what is reality?
THIRD:gift of emotions.The roller coaster ride of emotions that human always fights with is the third miracle.what is anger?what is smile?what is euphoria?what are the other jumble groups of many more constant emotions are another set up of miracles that this difficult machine the human body is bestowed with.
FOURTH: struggle,struggling in life is the biggest gamble a human being does in the period of his existence.struggling with anything ranging from work,status ,position,rank or even life while fighting with deadly diseases. Struggle has been there for the poor and rich it sees no status hence its stagnant not shrinking.
FIFTH:‘death‘.human being is born,and raised .it is build up and it shrinks though for others life moves on.but for the individual it is the same story.life is an illusion that seems so beautiful but closer it comes heart wrecked it leaves a person.
She is just like you ,her hair ,her way
Her smile, her eyes ,her curls round up her face
She isint your sister,because the crowd cant see her
Who is she then? But she is just like you !
You are in a delimma,because she copies you
You lift a hand she does the same
you dont have any twin around you
But then who is she? Ditto is the word !
You rub your eyes, to see the real face
But to your surprise she is standing still there,
You cry ,you cry aloud, you let her hit you
But she doesnt go away ,copying you !
when you look at her sometimes you love her
Sometimes she thinks you need a moderation
you try to beautify your face
You think adding some make up would work !
You and she make sololoquy with each other
Morning and evening she is with you
You make her your best friend
You let her know your secrets and you start loving her !
But something happens between you ,
There is a scratch on her , you try to remove it
You fail , you fail miserably ,you look like a loser
She breaks ,you start pushing her up but hey you fail !
That time you start hurting yourself too
You start losing all the control
You banish yourself from world
Music looses its tune
Then on a night you experience a dark night
You look at the mirror , there is no one there
You rub your eyes but it goes in vain
You see yourself no twin of yours .
This is what happens ,you realize
You had made yourself superior
You had just step out into pride
You had met a fall and there was a heart break
You had felt pride to maximum
Abandoning your soul
Not knowing the real life
That was you and your soul
Fake had you become
It made you go in vain
Peices of mirrors you see now on ground
For you had met a fall, a heart break !