CONTRAPTION OF LIFE
Can't but wonder…..
if life is part of some elaborate contraption of emotion and
tainted with the blood and thirst of our fallen brothers,
calling the timid part of our soul crunched in the drenches of
our fear and antagonism.
But in all our fear, we still put our human cover to a halt,
to feel the touch of love and care.
Ever wondered where the candid truth of our beginning and end
would be published? The trivial approach to engulf the petit
collection of world's resources to keep our craving to a halt?
Who defines the willingness to comply to the comforts of tomorrow
with the exhaustion of today?
We live a cycle of work and play, life and death….
Why are we but a pawn in the frivolous
castigation of tomorrow?
Wonder why we kiss the feet of fulfilment with a crown of
Is your life's work a fulfilment of your youth's desire?
I look at life I cant understand what it is all about…what is the
answer of this stale walk towards completion.
We don't walk in, with all and we walk out with none.
The intermission between it is what we fight for.
Everyday we see the rich drenching the walls of disappointment
and despair and,
the poor caressing the floors for a touch of morsel.
The candid chance of success is a free fall with a hope to be
can or cannot be mentioned as the completion of our life.
Glance forward with a want to understand what life is all about
you would understand that every human being bets on one truth
with the hope that theirs is the one to fight for evolution,
religion etc. Sitting in a coffee shop in London and viewing life
passing by. I cant but ask why are we all running with the greed
for more and for a feeling to last a second more.
The only thing that you would hold onto is the tear of the one
you love, the co-operate life will pass a swat of unwanted care.
Echoing -----move on we need to carry on. I wonder why we work to
our grave don't we know we will be forgotten faster than the next
person?????????? What is your legacy what did you leave behind
that touches the follicle of humanity…I always wondered why
Gandhi didn't agree to the lucrative deals of greed but chose the
drenches of pain and twilight bliss. Today I faded to conclusion
that we are not but a flick away.