But what ,then, is 'Life' ?
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| The purpose of Life is a 'life of purpose'. |
Life
is a long wait; a lonely bed
Always waking on your own
Dwelling amid a maddening crowd
Yet feeling home alone . . . .
Always waking on your own
Dwelling amid a maddening crowd
Yet feeling home alone . . . .
Life is writing a book . . .
Knowing your perfect beginning
But where to go from there ?
Whose crux is its ending. . .
Life is signing treaties with what’s ‘lifeless’
Donning a veil of indifference. . . . .
When behind a facade of ecstatic laughter
Lies that tear-stained visage
It is flawless pretense . . . .
Life is a sudden , profound downpour
From a cloudless, sunny afternoon sky
Soaking yourself in the sweet rain
Only to remain achingly dry . . . . .
Life is going back to ‘normal’
Following old , smudgy footsteps
Never treading on the unsullied mud
Warily advancing ,not being reckless
It’s an unending quest. . . . .
Of fathoming the unfathomable
Yet pondering like a layman
But what, then , is ‘Life’ ?
Life is hunting down the Holy Grail
Of subjective truth . . . . .
Armored protectively in a chain-mail
Sewn sardonically with lies.
Life is smelling dead roses
As they die their brief deaths,
Uncared, in crystalline vases
Yet to feel no regret . . . . .
Life is reading between the lines
Scrutinizing evey comma and full stop
Recognizing ‘deceit’ hidden in beautiful words
Before exclamation catches you off guard
Where innocence is followed by fines.
Life is a wild goose chase . . .
Going round and round a maze
Far out of reach from the center
Then halfway down meeting a stranger
Life is losing, and getting lost
Murdering your ardent desires. . .
Trampling long-cherished dreams
Only to be at an ‘alien somewhere’. . .
Whoever prides himself to have resolved
At nightfall , in appalling secrecy,
Asks himself: ‘But what,then, is Life ?’
@SenoritaEnchantress (17/02/2013)
:D
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At the start, I sort of expected some sad poem with melancholy all over :D You have this style of yours that always hints of this :D Kharap nah :D
"Life is writing a book . . .
Knowing your perfect beginning "
majhe moddhe imperfect :D
"Life is signing treaties with what’s ‘lifeless’
Donning a veil of indifference. . . . .
When behind a facade of ecstatic laughter
Lies that tear-stained visage
It is flawless pretense . . . . "
Beshi deep (y)
"Life is going back to ‘normal’
Following old , smudgy footsteps"
Your metaphors always amaze me :D Ekbare porle dhora jayenah :D
"Recognizing ‘deceit’ hidden in beautiful words
Before exclamation catches you off guard
Where innocence is followed by fines."
The last line is beyond me, but the top two, top class :D
"Then halfway down meeting a stranger"
always down na kintu :P
"It’s a villainous mystery........
Whoever prides himself to have resolved
At nightfall , in appalling secrecy,
Asks himself: ‘But what,then, is Life ?’
"
Life is chicken for dinner, serious :D
Thanks tonnes for reading :)
DeleteThen , thank you for both the appreciation and well-hinted criticism . I appreciate it !
Third, when I said "Where innocence is followed by fines " , I meant this world has a sadistic way of penalizing those people who are innocent, easily believes people and thinks simply ...doesn't get the underlying twists.
Hope you get me now :)
Fourth, what's with you and "chicken" SO much ??! Switch to red meat ;)
Nah, considering apple pies atm :D It used to be water, but then that got too mainstream :D Now I guess chickens are mainstream too :D
Deletelife is water:P
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