on the final shore.

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the world was at its end,
and the shore was the place,
as it was when it began.
There was nothing else to defend,
finally,something was to be set free.
The world was seeing its last,
and now it was the time to review the past.
It was a beautiful race
and it had seen its phase.
It lived life and within it held a strife.
Never did it fully realize,
though it was meant to do so,
that it was the ultimate creation.
It called itself,as thoughtless,
it named its action as folly.
But oh! it never realized,that it
did what it was supposed to.
Yet when it was meant to see,
that certain things have to be
let go and let infinitely free,
it failed to perceive, oh! perceive.
And there it made a mistake,
and for that,it started its end for its own sake.
But a few did see,
and they were pronounced to be affected by insanity,
with a royal,arbitrary decree.
And they the shunned,
tried to be heard,
and yet,the chains were used,to tie these birds.

If only they then said,
that we had known before,
we could have kept the heaven door,
and not sunk our land,to the ocean floor.
But then,it was too late,
and it suffered its chosen fate.
The clouds came across,from the west,
and slowly it ate away the remaining-the bright rest.
There was no ark,for the best,already had perished,
and this time,to revive life,
nothing but two animals were felt behind.
And there they tried to see what the world was,
and they realized they had been crass .
They saw,that clothes had no part,
for within it,they had long ago killed their heart.
And the clouds threw black cover,
and they regained their state as the bower.
The showers broke across,
and there was left the man and lass,
yet both calculated the depth of the fall,
and felt naive and scared of their part.
And slowly they approached,
and the sea waves surely rose,
and as they slowly lay down,
the lightning struck,and water ran,
together they were washed away,
someday,back to where they began.

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nay purpose,nay life?

so a lack of purpose,
led to creation,
and we are all suffering
without any ultimate relation.
A knowledge ,from past
has ceased in its grave,
for there is no purpose to save?
then why live?
then why remain static,
in a world which is,yet dimensional?
if purpose is none,
why have anything at all?
if purpose is none,
then none exists behind
the dark universal veil?
If there is no ultimatum,
if there is no purpose,
then why should we breath?
or for that matter breed?
If no purpose can be found,
behind every wall or cloud,
then why have them all
scattered around in the reason
-purpose dead intersection?

if there is no purpose,
then why be born?
then why be dead?
why cannot we be static at rest?
what laws define the infinite
finite,which at its shore
impresses a sense of profound secrecy?
Why a humbug race called humanity?
which though bothered to define humility,
is at most times is full of hypocrisy?
Why if no purpose exists,
should a few strewn reminiscences
of ancient quest be buried,
deep inside a sands hurried?
Why at all if no purpose exists,
do we even seek a knowledge
which we believe will free
us of this mortal bondage?
why do we seek purpose?
for what do we seek purpose?
what is the origin of need
to be purposeful?

If purpose can define life?
then what is it?
yet we seem to think
that ,not a purpose exists,
but an infinite might,
which we call as the universe
and our own selves.
What is the cause of the universe?
or is it too a purpose lost
thought,an impossible notion,
in the minds of creation.
Yet we say none exists.
so i ask what is the purpose
of non existence? whence
does it appear,a need to
fill an aesthetic grotesque
art,with a perception
which not even the artist
knows of, even in completion?
are we too small to see
purpose?Why are we, then too small?
Is there an end,where purpose
ceases,where purpose breaches
none but it self to annihilate
itself and reveal the true core,
even if it is sore core,
after all the dark drills it bore?

If purpose exists to everything,
then let it be in everything.
I am aware yet cannot perceive.
are my dimensions too cute
that the gory art of purpose
falls at its beauty? if so,i say
none matters,but the purpose,
for which i seek purpose be filled.
For the perennial universe
of questions,which all seek
a divine purpose(which is all),
there is a perennial universe
of solutions and answers,
one which parallel yet the same
as the question.If both nay
exist,then no theism can be filled,
for money might be made of matter,
yet its value is of the administrator.

Purpose,i ask what is your purpose?
If love fails purpose,
then let everything be struck by it,
so that none question you,
who is full of unknown purpose.
If love it is,let it be,
we are all blind and cannot see-
a love which is too big that
only our breath is able
to perceive, a taste which our
knowledge initiates us to believe
that it is the blush of love,
which is the fodder,
to fill our hunger-
derived from the thirst of purpose.
If lot it is,
then let it be love,
which paints the world,
for if not the world will lose purpose,
in seeking purpose,you
who is sly as a shadow,
who is the hands behind
the wheels of destiny,
which we say is the purpose.

Purpose,purpose,purpose,
let us ,love us.

the light shines the brightest.