Life of a Breathe

Tandem of life is so so weird,
so difficult,so easy at times,
what we do,all comes back to us,
Just breathing is what all alive.

We break,we make but all it takes,
Are moments that we would never stake,
But,still, some laugh off when they fail,
Is breathing it all called being alive.

We treasure some but more we loose,
relations that make us the one we are,
Few make us cry,rest bothers not,
And still we breathe hard to be alive.

Life is for once, but its all in vain,
if no content gained till you die,
And makes you happy when all are gay,
Is exactly when a breathe keeps you alive.