The poet, 'Ghayal', considered certain things to be as vital as his own breath, but tragically, those very 'breaths' turned out to be decrees of death.

This couplet is a deep dive into existential dread. Amrut Ghayal suggests that the very breaths we take, the rhythm of life we take for granted, are not signs of survival, but rather the final pronouncements of death. It's a powerful realization that life itself might be a countdown. The poet makes us question the nature of our own existence—that even our most fundamental act, breathing, holds a fatal decree.