We live our lives in illusions rather than realities, illusions which suit our liking. But our liking is restricted, not universal, even though that aspect seems as such at that point of time, when we experience satisfaction. But then again there is always more to it than what meets the eye, hence the following poem. An "ode" to life and its governing reality.
What is life?
Memories and emotions encompassed?
What is life?
A question to gawk at aghast?
Its essence, love?
Or a mere illusion?
Its existence a reality,
Or a clear delusion?
What is life?
Just a circumstance?
To alight,
On the misty banks?
Fog covered eyes,
Belittled as they may be,
Even if the vision dies,
Shouldn't the mind start to see?
What is life?
A mere creation?
Of a presumptuous night,
Or an accidental elation?
Of wrong and right?
But maybe the questions,
May not suffice,
To question the lessons,
Of what is life,
But if unanswered a question,
It begins to grow,
Until suffices a reason,
To think, to know,
So my mind keeps wandering,
On what is life?
Maybe, to watch the days go by?
Or to recognise the might,
Of insanity before you die?
'Till next time!
;)
What is life?
Memories and emotions encompassed?
What is life?
A question to gawk at aghast?
Its essence, love?
Or a mere illusion?
Its existence a reality,
Or a clear delusion?
What is life?
Just a circumstance?
To alight,
On the misty banks?
Fog covered eyes,
Belittled as they may be,
Even if the vision dies,
Shouldn't the mind start to see?
What is life?
A mere creation?
Of a presumptuous night,
Or an accidental elation?
Of wrong and right?
But maybe the questions,
May not suffice,
To question the lessons,
Of what is life,
But if unanswered a question,
It begins to grow,
Until suffices a reason,
To think, to know,
So my mind keeps wandering,
On what is life?
Maybe, to watch the days go by?
Or to recognise the might,
Of insanity before you die?
'Till next time!
;)
LIFE IS AN ONGOING EXAM, QUEST or let'z say a PLAY ! Loved Ur Wordz Alien-Mate ! xD
ReplyDeleteactually...the emphasis was on the last lines....of how insanity rules our lives under the shrouds of normalcy....by calling ourselves normal how abnormal we tend to be....so as to realise what life is.....how insane we were all this while.....just when we are about to die...
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