LIFE ...

Futility

As fleeting, as a rainbow,
as bright as a fire that's about to die;
This physical self, is so transient,
yet we revel in its existence.

We pamper it with oils and perfumes,
the best of food and wine;
Not a single grey upon our head,is left unattended;
and a hint of a wrinkle will make us pine.

We clothe it in silken splendor;
With gold and diamonds to spare.
But, this all consuming self,
withers in front of our very sight;
the once handsome face, 
replaced with sunken cheeks and hollow eyes.

Yet, the neglected spirit will shine through,
the parchment like, shriveled skin;
through the body, ravaged by nature.

Cos the spirit alone survives,
as the vain body, gets ready to meet the dust;
Where alas! it must rest.


Hope

Brimming with hope, we traverse through life;
Leaping over, every precipice.

It's love of life;
which makes the deepest gorge,
look like a resting place,
From where we emerge time and again unscathed,
untarnished to begin again.

It's the everyday challenge that keeps us going;
but for which we are mere forlorn beings.

In this race of life, hurdles encountered;
sum up the deepest meaning, which makes us unfettered.

The attachments made;
some endure the test of time and tide,
while others fall by the wayside.

A life well lived, is a measure of self worth;
A source of perpetual pleasure that comes forth.

To be remembered, when we have departed,
Would be a lesson from life, well imparted.


Triumph

Why the melancholy, the self inflicted pain??
When the whole world is for you, to claim.

When it is for you to exult, in the joy of creation;
and not to cry in vain, for long lost notions.

There are mountains to climb and rivers to cross;
suddenly you seem, at a loss.

Wake up, it's time, the world is waiting;
to adorn you, with all its blessings.

We live each day, as a gift from the almighty;
Not to be squandered in fear or self-pity.

It's now time for you, to brandish your shield and sword;
And annihilate the fear, that you behold.