Whirlpooling~~~~

Say, are we all not meant to submit to the same fate?
In the very end,
Are we all not meant to shed off our body,
To leave it to rot, or to be disintegrated
While Existence shall then unfold to us
Its many layers of wonder and mystery!

Say, of what use is believing that we hold it in our grip,
This essence which remains
So subtle
Yet, so potent
As to have us totally lost in its depths!

Of what use is living according to it
When it is not real
When it is not meant to last
When it remains as the tunes of flutes
So sweet while it is perceivable
Yet, meant to be forgotten
Once it stops playing!

Why, the expression on our faces
Remains something meant to be shared
By the millions of treading human bodies of Earth
The feelings that hit our hearts
Are felt by the same millions of treading humans
So why should we believe
That these rule us
That we are meant to act according to them
And that we shall crumble when denied of them!

Why, we are all submitted to the whims of the same fate
Even if the paths of each one of us remain unique
Pray, if only,
Just by closing our eyes
And diving in the pool of our reality
We could find the source of that which rules over us!