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Mind,

Remind,

Revive,

Realize,

Reinstate-

Colours,

Illusions,

Deceptions,

Disappointment,

Acceptance-

Poise,

Balance,

Push,

Disturbance,

Indignation,

Trapped,

Freedom,

Contained,

Renamed,

Framed,

Named,

Faces-

Identity,

Humanity,

Sanity,

Serenity,

Knowledge,

Ignorance,

Search,

Darkness,

Lights,

Startled,

Glare,

Blinding,

Within,

Spark,

Feeling,

Engaging.

Thoughts.

Understanding.

Calm,

Quiet,

Fiat,

Faith,

Hope.

Penning,

Sketching,

Representing,

Destiny.

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A metaphor called God

A blanket above,
A world below,
As dreams fill sleep,
Angles oblique and steep,
Fill grotesque hours with
Inert worth of days, betwixt.

The day scumbs to night,
The hours hang alive,by minutes,
Postulates to the sense of being alive.
Attachments call,to feel,
To be,to sense victory,of something
Which is an image of something greater.

A metaphor called God,
Revives a sense of an all
Engraved hour-into one,
Of an acclaimed need,in a few
Verses,which relight the sight,
To the touch of a greater proportion,
The value of life-the pinnacle of salvation.

To err is human,yet to err is not human.
A cell of nature,an atom of a final being,
Circular waves of creation and destruction,
Flow within,thus making a final preposition-
That balance is within and around,
Freedom senseible and yet bound.
The liberty to move,
The capricious constants,
Which grow and grew,
Thanks to winds of east and west,
Some ultimate zest,a locus at every point,
So cunningly mystic,
that to not dream is drastic.

In the being,a sense lives.
Of what?Of whom? Of where?
Is something which few dare,
To raise and even fewer to chase.
And to one whose moral is low,
How to put across,how to show,
That beyond everything there is a gap,
And that which dares not to show up,
Is the one which we need to find,
For a known foe is better than an unknown fiend.

God,a superlative common,
To all.Yet one which we deem to be stoned
Or ubiquitous yet made to be borne.
But nay,the circumstances,
The thee breaths free-as free
As any human born into the world,
A product of nature and essentially
Of something greater,a wall against to run,
To constantly compare and raise to,
From birth to death through.

The God is of a greatness,which within
We strive to evolve,to push the being,
As God is one,and all is one,termed
Or understood to be God.If not for
Man’s intellect how would a word,
Be thrown about,stud to every language,
Common to everyone alive? how a concept
Be so profound and left to interpret
And yet be starved with glorious neglect
Of a few? From where or when arose
This force or concept such,
That its value be so little yet so lush?

When can a mind,be so alive,
That is sees life? When can pain
Be so alive,that living is a sense?
What worth is this world,
When one dreams? And what of
God,does is it mean?
A mode through which we know?
Or a clear and stark iridescent show?
A spark of light?
Or the setting sigh of a twilight?

What integrity does everything propose
To,that we have a value to set aside
And compare and abide? The way of God?
If so,then a balance and not goodness to all
Can be seen,how can a universe be,
Set to a better tune,when the impact
Is seen as the one to reach and not the
Beauty and vivacity of each string and sound?
Is this a way to be bound? Ignorance
Seems to chaff life of a greater benevolence.
Yet something keeps alive.
Something tells you,you are right.

One in all,
All in one,
Justice, poetic,
Illusions mystic.
Movements,songs,
Verses,Prayers,
Sounds,sight,
visions and thoughts
All within and around a circle,
Yet what tangent should we find,
To take a new path and understand
The nature of light?
If life be a force,
If earth be or not be more than a rock,
What is the master plot?

God,A feeling,a sense,
To be seen within,that which
Prompts and pulls and moves,
The being from within,
That which strives to give
Sense to all.If life was just
A being with thought and sense
And the ability to feel,
God is that which makes
All of it real and a sense of superior,
Which motivates the being to move,
And then search its value.

If God is the truth,then it means
To search it,means an means to an end.
If God be life,then it means a calm
To overcome phases of death.
If God means everything,
Then it is a negation of nothing.
And so God be everything,
That which is everything we know
Moves,which prompts us to move,
So that it too,can grow through
And intend its virtue to a few more,
Of cosmic worlds unknown and unseen.

God is a metaphor,
The name,the forms given to the blur,
Which we all see.
The force which makes us think,
The force that makes us seek.
Instinct and knowledge,
Worlds and Wisdom,
Virtue and venerated.

Without a gap,
Without a constant arising
From all,what curve can be right?
Might and brutish strength,
Achievements through veiled plagues,
Yet justice served is infinite
And so it is poetic.
God at a poet’s heart,
Seems to sketch,something,
Consistent and thoughtful
Yet a play with misery and beauty,
Every tone to its worth.

But what can draw,all this?
Unless one explodes at a point
In time,that which forces a rime,
To be made alive and burst
alive ,forces forced to move,
Gravity of it all,new.
Unseen but felt,
We can value it,relative
To our life and what we sell.

Thus all in all God,
Is that which we be
That which causes and
Is the virtue of causation,
Whose effects infuse a
Sense and make us seek
The beginning as the end,
And again the end,
All the while seeking a tangent
To move to a different sense,
Where in elevation is gained by
Meeting another circle and another
Way out,in and out of life and
Virtual into a mental idea and stride
All the while in a world of real illusions.

The God is a metaphor,
Of superior sight,
Of the innate we abide.
Truth is not the end
But means to an end.

mortality is lost when
sense of reality is found.
Man’s work is to break inability
To achieve it or not destiny.

The light shines the brightest

The light shines the brightest

An urge to fill it,
a wish to make everything fit.
Yet,the ignorace fights against being lit.
the hands of clocks keep moving,
and within the closed walls,there is a feeling.
Something which holds it all,too tight,
when you become indifferent,it is not right.
A battle,which goes on all night,
and the day break,just seems for haunting’s sake.

You wish that it will all end,
you wish it would all stop,as it began.
Let you know it is your path
and the pain be felt ,in your heart,
till the time comes,that you depart.

Quintessential,you know it is,
you know that within it,there is a bliss.
All the world has light,
but darkness is a test of your might.
And whatever maybe the battle,
you know,it is from some unknown fiddle.

God,things claim around you,
may he be kind to you,
they say.But something is not on cue,
though i know i will not lose it too.

I refuse to break the dam,
for in that water something swam.
Let them claim it is an illusion,
but for me seeking it is, salvation.
For its sake,I have a life,
and for my sake,i shall strive.
And again and and again ,i will dive,
for within it i can see ,I lie.

Let the world bring,its force,
but my walls,i will reinforce,
nothing can enter,unless by the door,
and everything,even if it is to soar,
can wait,to hurt,when i come to the fore.
Throw it and try to hurt me more,
but i am what i am,
and i wish to be known as the one who swam.

I know my path,is for the right,
and for its sake i will fight,
in the name of my light,
for the sake of me,my light.
I am the one in my eyes,who is bright,
for ,for me,there is the light.
Albeit,the shadows,albeit the night,
keep burning and shine on,you light.
It is all the light,
In the name of the light,
let the light shine the brightest,
the light shines the brightest.

God.

A force larger than life,
a force greater than man,
a force called god,
moved and moves it all.
The god,who is omnipotent,
the god who is omniscient,
yet who is unseen.
The god who rules all,
the god who is the creator,
the god who is the preserver
and the god who is the destroyer,
yet a god who doesn’t have a form.
yet a god who is neither a storm nor calm;
The god is a vision,
one of compound simplicity-
that names and forms placed ubiquitously,
among the stray straight thoughts
of humanity’s imagination,
has no humilation or importance.
The god is a evil-good,
the god is a menacing-angle,
the god is a shunned,
the god is the beast in everyone.
The source of an infinite qualm of energy,
one which if not for sanity,
is the highest sign of purity,
is the dead-alive being in everyone,
the unseen source of preordained commission,
the disturbance which is the ultimate sign of life.
The god of earthly strength is a mental idea,
the god of divine proportion is an universal reality,
which the earth has covered and caused humanity.
The god is a ray of light,
in the dark ocean of unknown proportions,
the god is the only thing which remains
after everything else is gone.
The god is a untouched bliss,
which induces life and kills death,
for the god is the absolute reality,
the conscious which we see,
when we loose the earthly reality.

A unified source,strings though life.
It is the idenity we call god,
it is the form with no form,
one of mere assumption,
yet whose existence isn’t doubted,
even if its presence cannot be calculated.
The unhourly timeless breath,
where minutes and days are mere illusions,
where taking an incarnation is a necessity
to fulfill the absolute unknown purpose,
is the condition which we bet on,
and travel through the known fogged and bright
path,the pilgrimage,which we fulfill,
upon its end at our hands of our own,
when we return home,
to the home of constant presence,
in the center of the world,
the one soul called god.

The god is the causation,
the god is the sensation,
the god is the word,
and the god is the you,
we,me but most of all the I .
the god is the untampered,
the god is the warmth,
when in cold ,which says a life
is there even as the body freezes.
The god is an feeling,
the god is the love,
which one feels when in distress,
and has decided to die.
The god is the thing which leads,
whatever the path is-
to kill or to be killed,
for both the slayer and the slain
have a reason and that reason is god.
The god of logic ,
the god of purpose,
is the god of life.
Ignorance is the container with oil,
waiting to be lit,
once lit,the light shall disperse
the air and cause the vacuum,
in which surrender is nothing,
giving up is nothing,
for there is nothing but the I.
the god is the eye.
It is through it,
that one sees the truth,
the means to an end.
The truth too is god,
for it is the predecessor of god.
The life has one reason
and that is to fulfill.
And to fulfill,
ways are different
and paths different,
from sweet surrender
to the sweetest rebellion.
the god is of means,
for without means,
for without the tool,
there is no movement.
The hand is of god,
the body is of god,
and the soul of god.
Illusion is a cover,
like an emotion,
which helps us reach the stage,
where can be ready to throw the veil
and wake up to the reality.

The god is love,
love of everything.
The affinity to hurt,
to urge to heal,
the peace to feed,
and the rage to cheat.
The god is love,
the love of hate,
and the hate of love.
The god is of unseen need,
the god is of divine attraction,
whose purpose which we know
deep within,yet cannot blow
out to the illusive reason.
The god is of the depression,
the god is in desperation,
which chokes us when we try
to squeeze it all out.
The god is of the elation
in victory,the god is the happiness
in the heart of equality,
the god is the joy,
at the sight of beauty.

The god is the knowledge,
the god is the instinct,
the god is the blood,
the god is the cell,
which is everything.
the god is the mountains,
the god is the rivers,
the god is the seas,
the god is the ocean,
the god is the awareness,
that we are aware of nothing.
the god is the knowledge,
that we know everything
and are merely not aware of it.
The god is the knowledge
that life is an end,
the knowledge that
life is the beginning
and also the knowledge that
life is the inbetween.
the god is the knowledge
that there is another,
the god is the knowledge that
there in no another,
for everything is one.

The god is timeless,
it is timeless as it is time.
The god is in time,
as it too is bound by its
own principles.
The god is the source of all,
the god is the end of all.
The god is also the action,
the god is also the reaction,
the god is also the rest.
the god is the balance,
the god is the imbalance,
for both balance and imbalance
are on a fulcrum, which is god.
the god is in numbers,
yet it is not countable.
The god is uncountable
but countable.
the god is a paradox
and is what lies after the paradox.

The god is the light.
The god is the nothingness.
The god is everything.
The god is you.
the god is me.
the god is in atheism,
the god is in belief,
the god is all,
the god is none,
as the world,
is a dispersion of one,
from whom we all are descendants
and to that we shall go back-
Life is a rainbow,
which needs water and light-
The light is the god.
the water is the illusion
and life the light-illusion.
The god has no form,
the god is an illusion,
the god is a reality,
which is created by humanity
to feed its animosity.
the god is the love,
which destroys
for destruction is the need.
Creation and preservation are nature
and man’s nature is to destroy,
so the man the god has no reason to cry
at his folly,
for his destiny is action.
What he moves,
has a reason and that is divine.
Preaching and breaking,
vice and virtue
are merely the illusions
which cause more illusions.
To rise above it all
and see your true yourself,
and lose your idenity,
and merge in the prosperity,
reach out and develop a propensity,
realize the I.
Illusion’s strength lies,
in the deceived,
so open your eyes ,
see the reality.

Yet what is reality,
but an assumed state?
what is reality
but an state of mind
that life is just fine?
What is reality?
Is it knowing?
knowing what?
What is god?But a reason?
what is god?but an illusion?
What is the truth?
Where is it?
if a divine voice can lift the mist,
if an artist can paint life,
if a poet can write,
then who can show god?
If everything is god,
then why all this?
why all this?
why all this?

God is something.
God is nothing.
God is everything.
Man’s work is to seek,
something,nothing and
that everything.
man’s work is to break inability
by thinking,feeling and seeing
through the tool,
the tool which causes the illusion.
the thought leads to action,
which leads us to the truth,
the truth is a means to an end,
and not the end itself,
the end is God
as is the beginning
and WE,you,me and I are god,
and
the goal is infinite,
the paths are infinite,
the ways are infinite,
the universe is infinite,
all paths lead to infinity.

God is the night
as the day
and darkness as the light.
The god is god
and we are a part of it.
whether you worship or fight,
the god shall be your light.

the light shines the brightest

A world full of life

A world full of life
and a world full of life,
oh! it is a world full of life!
Yet what is alive
and what is dead,
in this unmovable quest?
Is breath alone a sign of life?
Are movements the only blood of life?
is a sight a right of life?
Then everything has it i say,
everything from air,
to water,from sand
to the fire,
everything moves,everything is moved,
by who,by who,
but the ultimate force.
We say we move by our will,
the wind does too-by its will.
The world is a curled ball,
which spins around eternity’s eye,
one so centered yet moving.
The world is alive,
the world is alive
and yet it is dead.
for what is a point,
in a line but a termination-
everything of life’s salvation.
Yet is it salvation?
when you are closed in a box
and let to the drollery death-
one predetermined ,yet so
one of the moment-
that you live in a paradox box,
wondering if everything is of clocks?
In a bid to survive,
to the cynical universe,
you wonder your worth
and think of those days,
when you were yet a child,
immaculate and unborn,
a virgin upon life’s thorn.
The yearning to be a mess,
the yearning to be free
and roam the universe,
kills you.As the need for air,
is filled with ether,
which you see float
and rob you of the very thing
you want to seek.
Yet you are alive
and now not afraid,
with destiny upon destiny,
filled and density
added to the profoundness
and the worldly kindled
and the universal accepted ,
you break the box and that of life,
with a force that death cries
with fear of itself.
You become an eternal walker
upon the paths of forks,
you take the right and
yet move left,
and all the while you stand unmoved.
Achievement is a glory,
sojourn is a container,
life is eternal
and being universal,
you are immortal.
And the world ceases to exist
as you are the world,
you walk the vistas of your own anatomy
and you understand your own psyche
and the mind is but a tool
used to fight your own ,
for the amusement of life-
the breath,the laughter
and the smile.Eternal being
you are life and with the world
a peace breaths,there is no strife
and life! OH! life ,is a smile,
for laughter is ecstasy
and depression is pleasure.
Finally you shine,
no breath is needed,
for the light is the ultimate
and you are that,
peace be all,and aye,
nay darkness nay light,
so you willfully strangle your life,
so that light can squeeze out,
so that everything exists
and you are left to wonder
your own origin,
who are you?
what are you?
oh! universe
a bright sage whose wit is lost?
a stone who is sand?
a love which is hate?
a faith which is tarnished?
I wish i knew,
and so life moves,
and so the pressure of living
and the pleasure and ecstasy
and bid for freedom-
pain a need
and illusion a food,
my own thoughts conjure
the hell and heaven
and the non-existence.
what is the truth?
what is the lie?
everything has a face,
and that face has two.
A nine life being,
a seven seas roamer,
a five day fighter,
the sun and the moon
the satan and the God
all will perish when i die,
yet one will remain
and that is life,
the essence of the pinnacle illusion
the death which feeds the body’s origin
is the essence of the universe,
to seek the next,
for the universe is alive.

The light shines the brightest

If….will be

If night weren’t night,what will it be?
if day wasn’t day what will it be?
If hours weren’t hours,what will they be?
if minutes weren’t minutes what will they be?
If you weren’t you ,what will you be?
if they weren’t they what will they be?
If i wasn’t me,what will i be?
If earth,wasn’t earth what will it be?
If life wasn’t life what will it be?
If death wasn’t death what will it be?
If everything is nothing,what will it be?
So what if,everything wasn’t meant to be?
So what if everything is ’cause of destiny?
So what if we hate everyone?
So what if we love everyone?
So what if ,so what if,
you find everything gone one fine day?
so what if,so what if,
you find yourself on the top,one fine day?
So what if…
so what if…
So what if…
well everything is…

breaking the walls(short story)

Walls.we build a lot of them around us.We live in between walls,when in fact we pay to get them around is.Why,why do we need to walls inside walls?
there is always a strong desire to become free and he too wanted to be free.’V’ was a 13 year old boy,who will strike you as a ‘normal’ kid.But if you ever happen to strike up a conversation with him,you will be left in awe and tears.His life had been a mixed one-happiness was not always present,he was always alone and he was always picked upon by his class mates and he didn’t have any friends.

He didn’t trust anyone.No one could be trusted ,they all were the same.He felt like an alien,like a disguised cat among dogs,always fearing that his cover would be blown and he would be torn.Every now and then,he came across people who were a little like him.He used to feel very happy,his face would lighten up and he would serenade his audience with true tales and his two faced life.he would then learn about the other alien too.Those moments of joy were unimaginable.But then they didn’t last forever,at least the happiness didn’t.The other person would either move on would just become the ‘others’.

Even though you would have found him alone most of the time,he did liked to talk.In fact,if he got going,there was no stopping him.Yet the way he was treated and the injustice he had to face,bogged him down;The added bricks which were not of his own make,caused his back to bend.At first he would cry himself to sleep every night,hoping that someone,somewhere would hear him.He used to talk to himself,he used to talk in his sleep too,he created his own ‘ideal’ people,whom he moved and hurt and loved the way he wanted to.he slowly got engrossed into this fantasy,in which he was ruler of destiny,the lord of the universe.

It is not that he didn’t believe in god,but he did lose faith in god.He asked god to show him a miracle and since he didn’t see any,he concluded that there was god.So having no purpose and having no one but himself,he learnt to enjoy his loneliness.Very few people dared to enter his world,even if they ventured,he didn’t like the human presence and killed them and with a dirge buried them.

And so like this he turned 14.People ignored him.When he talked no one ever heard him.He hated his school life.He didn’t know what he wanted.He used to sit alone and stare at everything around him.It didn’t matter where he was,no one would disturb him,even if he sat in the middle of a ‘group’ no one would notice him.It was almost like,he didn’t exist.And he never got the idea of a group.He had never been in one to know the sense of belonging,to him the people were the walls,they closed on him when ever they pleased,they moved an ocean apart,when ever they felt like.But when ever they did move apart,more walls came up.It was as if,he was being taunted.Like a scared child,he hugged on to his world,like the last of a specie he tried to save himself,even though he knew the end was inevitable.

And the end came.The pressure grew,until one day he decided he didn’t want this world.He didn’t have anything,to him the world was evil.Why what was ‘virtue’,was this it? Was this humanity?he hated it all.He locked himself in a room.He thought of his decision to kill himself.He thought about everyone in his life,he thanked them for everything they had been.He forgave everyone.And as he decided to end it all,the miracle he had been looking for came.A light,the long tunnel had a light at its end.It was unlike any light he had ever seen all his life.It told him,not to do it.He didn’t understand.He paused.He questioned the light.The light told him he was the progeny, that he came from a great family and that he had a purpose.Everything till then was a challenge,a test.It was he who had chosen this way to enlighten himself.He still didn’t understand,but he was curious,he decided he will give it a try,after all,he didn’t have anything to lose-except his life.And well if something would throw light on to his life,why not bask in it?

And the light thought him,it led him.enlightenment was indeed this.
All are god.All are me.I am all.he realized that there are so many things.he was not the only alien ,there were lots of them,but being aliens they were rare.He learnt so many things,which he had never known.When you go to a new place,you watch the people and observe what they do,he did that.he understood the basic nature of humans.He understood his own emotions.and even though he was sitting under the light,there was a shadow.His was his loneliness.Your shadow is your greatest tutor and so loneliness thought him things,yet your shadow lets you down,your enemy knows that you are there.He knew he couldn’t control the shadow,but at least,he can concentrate on the light,it will give him a solution.

A betrayal.

Then suddenly darkness came.The shadow took over again.The reign of darkness spread and all that was good seemed red.He felt the old pain,grow inside him,he left his life going back to square one.His experience thought him that this was test,but he wasn’t sure if he wanted to take it.But then at 15 he was wise,wiser than the other kids.He aimlessly roamed the darkness.he had a match to strike and light up the light,but he didn’t couldn’t find any place to light the match.The darkness grew,like only darkness can.

the darkest hour is before dawn,and words became his dawn.One fine day he picked up his pen,from then on,life became life.He understood the light was him.He appreciated it.he loved it.yet there are moments in his life,when darkness sets in again.It eats him,like how it spreads when the sunsets.But since he was the light,he quickened the darkness,so that he quickened the dawn.

In between all this,he had learnt to break the walls.he broke and created them at his will.He was not scared of the world,but then having known loneliness as it is,he knew that those moments are something which will make you rich.His pen was his sword and he was not afraid,you sometimes fled from a battle so that you don’t taint your sword.The walls he knew,were like all on earth-a boon and a bane-both were of the same,but it is what name you lend to them-god or devil.

What will his life be?What will he be in the future?

No one is a mater of destiny,except us.But have a shadow within us,which we might watch so that we don’t become our own walls.We our the only once who can summon and we are the ones who can be summoned.We have the right to choose and we are the choice.Everyone and everything has a voice and its purpose is not just to make some noise,but to tell you about what you are and your choice.No one is to be blamed.Everything is right ,as everything is the same.What is a crime?What is a sin?Every wall has a weak spot within and once we strike it,there is nothing of it except its remains in our memory.

When you build your walls,remember where is the spot,so that you can guard it when you have to and also break it when you need to.No wall is too great.A wall is a tool like everything else.You are the creator,preserver and destroyer of the tool.Use your tool,the way it is supposed to be.There is a light within and none can destroy it. Darkness is a phase,when light decides to show you its other face.Your eyes might pain,if you keep looking into light,so cool your eyes with darkness as it is as sweet as fire is when compared to water.

Be yourself.Don’t be afraid to break.For if you don’t lie,truth has no meaning.

So…

So we are alive,are we?
Then we all should live.
So we all exist.
We all just need to survive.
We all just need to thrive,
to help cover our insecure selves.

So every one has there own problems,
everyone has them,just that it is different.
So we all think of dieing,
because that is what we all are ultimately
going to do-die.
For death is a part of life.

So everyone who is alive has a life,
yet all of us were once dead-
unborn in the mind of the universe.
So all of us will be dead-
a dead thought buried in the universe,
far forgotten but suddenly remembered.

So we all need to do something,
for we all feel ,we feel,
that when we die,more than our ashes,
our deeds and doings should have
spread far and wide.
So we all don’t hide.

So we all did once hide,
but we don’t.Yet the past remains,
if not dead ,dormant because
once the world is spoken,
whether revered or blasphemously ,
it remains recorded vividly.

So we all do,do something.
And that we say is our worth.
We either preach virtue,
or we all say, let do.
So we all think we are right-
barking dogs seldom bite.

So we all can think!
And so we think,think about
everything,for we all
think we can think out anything.
And so we sit and wonder-
who cares what is right?

So we all think we are right.
And so we all think others are wrong.
We all care for we want to prove,
to ourselves that we were worth
and not just a penny in a ocean,
that we are not charity.

So we are all humans!
And we can do a lot,yet
we all talk,talk and talk.
All our actions are grave,
for everything leads to our
grave.Life is made,for
we have a purpose,
disastrous or lustrous,
we make or brake
for destiny’s sake.
And so we are all humans,
we think,think and ponder,
we all sit and wonder,
yet time is quicker and better.
So,go and put a thought but also
act,for time will not wait,
we have to run faster than it.

So keep living.
So keep trying.
So keep smiling.
So keep life.
So keep remembering.
So,so you are alive.

the light shines the brightest

the storm within-a feeling

A feeling.
It tightens you from within.
It takes everything you believe in,
away from you.you loose sight
of yourself,you become as small
as a lost elf.Your body was
lost in a theft.

A feeling.
You feel that life has no use.
You hear a hundred things,yet refuse
to listen to that something within.
it eats you slowly from within,
you loose hope,you wish to end it all
yet you cannot.

A feeling.
You search for your lost light.
You can’t see it,even at night.
You take flight,
you try to fight,
with all your might.
You try to survive.

A feeling.
It has a grip on you.
It makes you repent all that is you.
It makes you wish hate,
it makes you think about a bad fate,
it tries to make a hell’s gate
all around you.

A feeling.
you want to come out of it.
You search for the way out.
You go round and round,
something needs to be found.
You lose yourself in a prayer,
the light shines the brightest

Life is a…

“Life is a candle . . . light it!

Life is a game . . . play it!

Life is a challenge . . . accept it!

Life is a lock . . . open it!

Life is a puzzle . . . solve it!

Life is a book . . . read it!

Life is a quest to seek the Truth . . . live it! ”

Is what Raj said on my post Questionable life.
ops and Handmaiden added that

” Life is being human…revel in it! ”

What i want to know :-

If life being all that was said,
then where is a place for the dead?
throughout our life we are fed,
and towards infinity led,
yet what makes life? what makes
it clear? What form of it is ,
purer that water?what form of it
is more clearer than love?
What is life,when everything else
is an illusion?

To light a candle we need fire. ?
to play a game we need to know the rules. ?
To solve a puzzle,we need to see it. ?
To read a book we need to know how to read it. ?
To live life which seeks the truth we need to know life. ?
And to revel in humanity,we need to be human. ?