A sigh of relief, Is there a right to breathe? Breathe in, the life’s air The air which chokes us Chokes us to the extent of death Are we entities or mere complexities? Yes, we are living Living amidst all atrocities The world outside blinds us The hustle bustle makes us a reluctant listener The […]
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.
A sigh of relief,
Is there a right to breathe?
Breathe in, the life’s air
The air which chokes us
Chokes us to the extent of death
Are we entities or mere complexities?
Yes, we are living
Living amidst all atrocities
The world outside blinds us
The hustle bustle makes us a reluctant listener
The violence spreads its tentacles towards us
Stop there! Comes the outcry
But the voice is sent to Oblivion
The doors of freedom wait for us
Each individual being caught in the clutches of insanity
Life seems co terminus with death
Even death rings it’s Clarion Bell
To let us come out of the uncanny spell
The bodies become morbid
In this morbidity, there is cruelty
Why does the world snarl at the right person
Why does it throw it’s lusty sinews at us
Such souls never rest in peace
For it is denied of its real essence
A denied sigh of relief
Identities are obfuscated
Yet life goes on
Struggling in its mechanical motion.
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