My Purpose In Life

For my purpose in life had I always been searching Ever since I grew up and became conscious That humans live only to die; That they are mere dust particles spread over An uncertain surface A surface controlled by an entity they perceive not An entity powerful enough as to shake that surface As easily as humans themselves would shake rug mats To clean them! Of my purpose in life had I been made aware of One day, when the skies shook and rattled When I got thrown into moving sands And had no other option than to give up! Yes, the mysticism that surrounds life and The uncertain surface that makes it up Whispered to me, through waves which reached My soul That my purpose in life Is to meet with my beloved A beloved with whom I've shared ties for many previous lives A beloved who accepted to fall unto this uncertain surface For my sake, knowing that I acted out my fall Simply because I had not been able to bear with the pains of love! Pray, the mysticism of life has again whispered to me My beloved has been revealed to me For him, I shall cast away my ego, my pride My identity, my fame, my success For him, I shall be a purist; One willing to enjoy the sweet aches of love, As if I were a knave deprived of emancipated rights! For him, I shall be a puppet Acting out as he wills me to! And, if ever the powers of Maya's illusion get stronger than me So stronger that the beloved's awakening to his purpose Moves him not, So much that he tends not towards me, Then, my sole and dutiful purpose Would be to seek the state of Inexistence Whereby neither the joy of love nor its pain Would matter! 4th June 2018