Deprived of your love,
I become a mere wind blowing
In a whirlpooling storm
Deprived of your love
I am a fallen leaf in an orchard
Crushed under the feet of those
Who come to pluck juicy fruits
Being in such a state
Remains the fear tattooed upon my fate
For without your tender eyes
And your warm smile
Life's meaning is a mere echo sent out
In a black hole
Swiveling without meaning
In the deep and dark universe
Life and its temporariness is just illusion
Yet, fragranced with the flowers of your love
My roots stand firm
While deprived of same,
I find no shore to look forward to
Whilst rowing my raft!
Beings of the mysterious light of creation appear on Earth
As the children of the universe, however,
Their skin colour differs, their hair texture is not same
Their lifestyle gets formed by their country of birth
Yet, the same blood runs in their veins
And they have in them,
The same desire to attain the mysterious light
From which they have all originated!
The paths they have to walk on are same;
They all need to find the means to survive
In a realm of temporariness which only serves
As an opportunity to atone for their previous sins
And to pray to be absolved of these
So as to be rewarded of an existence
In some place which the human eyes cannot perceive!
Yet, the stay in the realm of temporariness
Remains challenging as the children of light
Are subjected to the tests of maintaining
Their lives peaceful through the virtue of
Having tolerance for each other's differences
So much that having their flag on a piece of land
Has become the cause of ruthless violence
Which douses off their faith in the source of light!
Watching all this, the universe cries, as it only wanted
To see its children laughing while playing with each other!
Life is a circle.
Situations are a mixture.
A circle of thinkable and unthinkable
opportunities gets you jumping irrelevantly.
The slipy nature of happiness goes in haste;
you want to stop, but it passes out.
A one is tired, a one is confused, a one is mad;
situations are lurking; you cannot depend on
your intentions sought.
We became so permanent in our
temporariness just because of emotions.
You cannot ever imagine that either
practicality is tough or accepting of emotions.
To be balanced is hard. That is why we slip in the circle.
We hurt, we break; instead of that,
magic is that we are living; we are living beauty.
Like the rainbow,
Life shows glimpses;
Brightness,
Bountifulness;
All, at the end,
Tentative and temporariness...
Yet, I do not cease,
Enjoying each ray;
This, perhaps, is the reason why,
Existence goes a long way...!
25 May 2022
I stood on shore at rivers edge
And gazed at it as it streamed by
Me. I was mesmerized by its
Uninterrupted babbling voice
That captured my receptive ears.
I thought about eternity:
Thinking how insignificant
I[we] are in the scheme of things.
This majestic river flowing
Through time endlessly to the sea
While I a humbled sojourner
Standing on forever’s shoreline
Realizing temporariness
Even for a moment like this.
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