Life and Death

There you are, full of life as you call it,

Possessed with a lot of vigour and vitality,

And the angst for a meaningful existence,

You roar loud as you tread

Upon the path, seeking to breathe life into it

Ere long to be discovered forlorn and forfeited

And bereft with the right to

Dream, aspire and achieve.

You rush, run and rave, at last

Only to be blessed with shame and sorrow,

And left in the dreary desert of darkness

Like a tale full of sound and fury,

Is this what you call life?

Much walked; panting and gasping

And trudging all the way up hill

But a little covered

And yet the destination but

Like a faint light still blinking afar.

With hands ever outstretched

As if up to infinity,

You drag the life all along

While the goal keeps eluding you

Like a mirage, so alluring and deceptive.

Is this the meaning of existence?

If so,

Let death come;

So cold and yet so sure

So fearful and yet so concrete

So unwanted and yet so inevitable

So dull and yet so promising;

The cessation of everything

And an everlasting rest

An eternal sleep and the end of being

And yet the beginning…….

Durga Gautam