Is it over?
I sat pondering on my couch
Still did I sit to watch
An insect struggling hard to survive
A question kept on striking my mind
Will the insect survive?
Survive to struggle again
Survive to start again
Mind and vision are truly simultaneous
What we see and what we think
Built up their own connection.
Alas! The insect failed to crawl further
Alas! My conscience was full of empathy
Empathy for the insect
And sympathy for my own self
My self stood in parallel to the tiny entity
Was it really the ending of the struggle?
I stood there in a solemn mood
It was a phase of self introspection
Where my mind had its own psychological motion
For a struggling soul
The emotions play a vital role
Amidst all the turbulences
Comes a phase of purgation
Along with a question
What it is to be
Is it a mere ending of a crisis?
Or is it the mortal death?
Those were the moments
When I knew not whether to continue or give up
Unlike the insect, I kept on releasing sighs of life
The cruel sinews of injustice kept hitting me
The crisis made me hollow
Hollow, yet intact
Broken, yet stern
Fighting and fighting did I meet Justice
Yes, the phase arrived
And I said
Finally, it is over.
A part of me again raised its voice
Is it finally over?
From being a free soul, I knew my limits
From singing songs of innocence
I sing the songs of experience
The vicious circle continues
And the voyage continues
There isn’t any end
For when it is over
A new phase begins
With all its new lessons it comes to us
Till death it’s about moving on
For there isn’t any space for complacency
For being stagnant is prohibited
So, go on with life until you meet death
Go on with life until you have all the strength.