Life
Questions are but life.
Hidden in them are many a time the answers
And then there are answers that are far away from the questions
This conundrum continues
questions and answers
Once you find answers the
questions emerge.
Oh it’s just an everyday strife.
It is the solution seeker who finally gets fewer questions in this exam
called life
Win
Death won
In strife with life
Life fought
Fought hard
And succumbed
to cold cruel death
All the dreams , desires and aspirations
Burned in the pyre of despair, hopelessness and loss
Turns and twists
The strange vicissitudes of fortune and life
The weird twists and turns to a straight road
And in some time you get used to the contorted turns too
The journey of pain and love
Of some effort and
lots of apathy
All these ingredients make this contorted path
Where the natural flow is obstructed
By the wrong turns and arrives at a dead end of no return
But is there an end ever !!
Flame
The flame that burned once fiercely
Has exhausted itself
Of all the drive and zeal to burn
Nothing left but some burnt embers
Of a flame trying to burn brightly
On leaving early
The journey of the body
Is actually the journey of the soul
And it is the soul that has to tolerate the body
And its demands
Sometimes the excess demand
Breaks the soul
And it departs the body abruptly
