Poems on Life

Poems on life

1. Life

The word sounds peculiar,
A steep hill, which can’t be treaded smoothly,
What is it? A mystery that can’t be unfolded.
Acting in its own way, each day passes by.
In its usual rhythm and music.

Where does this mystery lead us?
Ultimately to death, as it is,
Still clinging somewhere along the hill,
Period leading to death, wonderful experience,
Climbing up the hill being treacherous,
As we go up and up, the scorching heat of sun,
Piercing the body as truth pierces the mind,
Sweating heavily all the way.

Sometimes beautiful scenes come across,
Sometimes we get unto thorns,
Going up is unpredictable and as easy.
Climbing up and up, no halt anywhere,
Experience grows & innocence slowly fades.
And finally vanishes, arrogance blooms.

Mystery remains same as it is,
Searching for something all through the hill,
Struggling to create a way,
Forgetting the starting point,
The bottom of the hill from where it started.

At last the point is reached,
Mystery being unfolded.
Guess, what has occurred.
Small picture of life.

2. Life Continues

As candle gets burns itself till it is down with,

Life as well end up burning slowly and steady,

Day by day gradually diminishing its worth.

Sometimes gets down due wind swing.

And gets triggered by some energy ,

Whether be it positive or negative to lighten up,

But till where, till his graveyard.

Seeking wild pleasures for the wick,

Struggling against the blustery weather,

Which gets burst up at any time?

Candle spreads light in darkness,

But candle of life seldom lighten.

Are we losing something along the way.

Succumbed to wind outside,

Cyclones comes and goes,

Leaving footprints that remains.

 

Blindness spreads as we grow,

Not able to view clearly.

Not able to identify the inner sight.

Which we ignore as often as possible.

 

Time speeds giving no room.

To regret the past actions,

Death gulps us in its mouth.

Suddenly with its jaws spreading.

 

Gone are those days, when the insight

-stimulates the sudden happening.

Which we have lost sight of.

Obstructions in the insight,

-blocks the vision partly.

 

Lost the path in the midway,

Whom to ask the way through.

None seen in the vicinity.

Still walks through the same path,

Hoping to find the right path.

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