The Secret of Life

A dark hole appeared in front of me
Swirling and swirling with a feverish rage
Aiming solely to have me feeling so intimidated
As to cause me to lower my woolen swords
And to jump into it, surrendered and overpowered!

I very nearly did so,
Having moved two steps forward
But then, I felt a hand gripping my shoulders tightly
Turning around,
I saw that it was Life, the mother of earthlings
Dressed in her usual heavily polluted and soiled dress
Carrying on her head, jugs of water and baskets of rice
And dragging by her feet, a locked up box
In which her whole essence was secretly guarded!

Why do you want to surrender, she whispered
Her breath was foul and her teeth, missing!

I am fed up, I said, I can hold it no more
I am going because I want to lose myself
In that unknown matter which is Inexistence
See, I don't want to become like you, Life
Old, worn and spent,
Having no ray to hope to hold on to!

Life glared at me with furious eyes,
Hushed my lips with her clammy hand
And bid me to come closer!

As I did so, she opened the box dragging at her feet
And offered me
A glimpse of her essence!

Why, after her awareness enveloped me
As cocoons enrobe pupas
I looked at Life, smiled, and held her hand in mine
Exalted as I felt her strength overpower me!

The dark hole kept raging and approaching at great speed
But I just closed my eyes
And believed that it was no more there!

When I opened my eyes again
The sky was clear and blue
Birds enjoyed their aerial superiority over me
While the sun seemed to echo with the boomings of its own joy!
Life, on the other hand,
Was nowhere to be seen,
She was probably in me!

Why, to honor her,
I choose to stand on my own feet,
To smile at each of its facets
To let go of mundane tantrums
And to live like one so tolerant and wise!

Live to dream~~~~

Dreaming is like the warmth of sunshine,
Free, abundant, readily accessible
Giving instant soothing and healing!

Dreaming is also like the ocean waves
Dipping one's toes in the shallow waters
Is a birthright given to everyone
But,
Getting curious about their expansive measures
Can have one totally lost
Unable to even fight for another bout of life!

Dreaming, though, is how I live,
Totally engrossed in a world
Shaped out the way I want it to
A world,
Where existence is a joy,
Where life starts with the eternity of time
Where love is sustained and genuine
Where freedom is respected
Where dreaming is never even sought out!

Pray, if dreaming becomes the net
In which I may get trapped in
Why,
Would it matter?
Would it matter, as long as I remain high in spirits
Caring never about what can happen
To my material and physical self?

Dreaming is seeing a dawn for the first time
Dreaming is laughing with the effervescence of a child
Dreaming, is hammering on my heart, nails,
To try to stop it from flying
And falling, to break into pieces
For though it thinks of itself as being a bird
It is naught but an ant
Frail, blind, ignorant,
And enslaved to its fate and existence!

Why, when this world itself is like a dream
A dream to which we all do get attached to
A dream from which we shall all wake up
Pray, let me indulge in dreaming
As much as I do want to!

Love's Tennet

If love is all about freedom
If love is all about compromise
And understanding
Then, pray,
Why do lovers cling on to each other
Wanting not to let go
Wanting to show to the world
That they do control each other
That they do have possessive power over each other
And even, end up being aggressive and brutal
If they feel threatened?

Why, if love is all about freedom
While remaining in moral and societal limits
Then,
Why is it that lovers end up separated
If they happen not to clip the wings of each other?

Pray, love is merely a song
A stirring one with powerful and emotional lyrics
It belongs to the whole world
Meant to imbibe in everyone its depth
Meant to have everyone cling on to it
In a universal bond sealed by the beats of their hearts!

Why, love is the reason the world revolves continuously
Allowing us all to thrive and bloom on its soil
Love is all about freedom
And living it remains an art
An art, which, sadly
Only handfuls excel in!

The mystery of Life~~~~

If Life and I were lovers,
Pray, would it have held my hand
As I jumped over stones scattered across rivers
Merely to reach there where Fate wills me to be?

More, would it have me sitting with it
Under the shades of giant trees
In orchards meant only for us both
And would it have played for me,
Notes, powerful enough as to stir my heart?

If Life and I were lovers,
What would it have expected from me
If not that I love it
And submit to it
As dutifully as a faithful wife does!

Pray, what is this essence called Life
Am I to be its lover?
Accepting everything it thrusts upon my palms
As if these were sacks of gold
As if these were precious stones
As if these were magic wands?

Life, bold and powerful
As tough as a ferocious soldier
As disciplined as a strict school master
As cruel as a hungry lion
As blind as an ignorant man
Yes, life,
Can it be a lover
One who shall care about the flowers in my heart
Watering them when the need arises
And clearing the weeds as soon as they sprout?

Why, if Life and I were lovers
It would have allowed me to smile at all times
By making me feel that the beating power
In which my emotions live
Is merely a magical unicorn
One which creates awe and wonder in others
One which is well loved and admired
But,
Life, mighty and tough
Seems to be a brutal guard
Who keeps watching our every step
While imposing its conditions upon us
And while reminding us
That our steps shall, inevitably,
Turn into vapory fumes someday!

Existential Discomfort

Mountains bear their own loneliness with might

Clouds bear their own individuality with stoicism

Flowers do their best to enjoy their existence,

Even if that shall last only a while!

And we, humans, make ourselves believe

That we have faith in our stand on Earth!

Why, is Earth herself not in lamentation

Chained to a fate she can't fight

Enslaved to an existence she can't change

Confined to being

To allow us all to thrive

While making us well aware

That we thrive merely to perish!

Pray, what is this reality?

Pray, is it unnatural for us to find no anchorage here?

Or is it normal,

Being after all, entities originating from mysteriousness

Entities having no recollection whatsoever of our maker

Entities being tested throughout the whole of our existence

To be deemed as being worthy or not

Of being offered

More graciousness in worlds our minds can perceive not!

Why, I, for one, can't be like the mountains,

I , for one, can't be like the clouds

I, for one, can't be like the flowers,

I, rather, remain a probing soul

With one foot on Earth and the other high up in the Universe

Yes, of what use is trying to accept an existence which is bound to Death

Of what use is it, if not, living it void

For, our essence is meant not to fit in here

Our essence emanates from some other power

And we shall be relieved only when we shall be back there!

Do Love

Do you believe that love can be genuine
Do you believe that it can be everlasting
Why, do you even believe in it?

Or do you see it as something fake
Something meant to douse our bodily hunger
Something so humanly natural
That it should not be bothered about?

Rather, it should be taken as it is
Meant to be played along at will
Soaring high when its flame burns with might
And hiding in between shadows when it does not!

Why, for me, love remains my savior
Love, so pure, transgressing the borders of existence
Love, eternal and true
Occurring at each cycle with the same soulmate
Love, the ladder which shall help me
Reach there where I am meant to be
There, from where I fell,
There, where stars birth
And suns die
There, where fairies are created
And humans, given their fate lines
There, where rain water can sing
And clouds can make the clowns to make us all laugh!

Why, love is what I am imbibed of
Love, being the key to the gates of heaven
Love, being the oars which I shall grip
In that sea of havoc which is Earth!

Pray, do believe in love,
Know that you do fall in love for a purpose
Somewhere, somehow, the highest subtle powers
Decided that it should be so!

Love,
And indulge heartily upon it
Chew upon it
As if it were a piece of fragranced bubble gum
And you, an ecstatic child, exalted at its mere sight!
Dance upon it
As if it were the favorite pop song of your youth
Sleep upon it
As if it were your comfy bed
Hug it
As if it were your most beloved pet
Pray, do love
As we do be
Simply
Because we do love!

Life's Fact

Why is it so hard for humanity to accept itself
Why is it that, in all facets of the world,
You see people hating the way they look
Or even the way their names sound
Or even the assets they hold?

Why, humanity refuses to accept itself
And tends to resort to the process of acquiring
To make itself believe that it can love something
About this fluctuating world that it lives in!

Pray, being fallen feels like a heavy burden
Existence, sweet and exquisite,
Is merely detailed about in religiosity
Existence, as it is in our gaze,
Is one which requires from us,
A strong will to be accepted!

Pray, if only, I could change things
With a mere touch of my finger
If only, I could bring about smiles,
Light heartedness, contentedness,
Inner peace, love, bliss, elevated thoughts,
Realization that life shall always be as it has been made to be
And humbly remains as it is
While waiting for us to live it with love
And to accept it as it is!
Yes, if only, I could change things,
Maybe, then, like the rest of humanity,
I would stop complaining about being myself!