Life, to me, is: A daydream, absorbed in thoughts—
An exploration, deciphering the tricky knots,
And me, a scribe with stories to tell,
Mapping why people are living in hell.
Life is a song that never fades,
Notes carrying me back to yesterdays,
Hinting at stories that make me wonder
Who I truly am—a secret I ponder.
It’s like a wild plant growing from a rock,
At greenish hill stations where people flock,
Memories of childhood and youth,
Hot chai, noodles, and soup that soothe.
Amidst the chilly mountain mist;
Vintage hotels from a top ten list,
with bewitching carvings and arcane paintings,
And an ancient TV set to which my mind clings.
Life is an inward hunt, a safari you go out,
With escapades to stop feeling left out.
While my true self is hidden from myself—
In the quiet corners of my soul’s shelf.
It’s the stillness you feel on a motorbike,
Atop a hillock during a hike,
Deep in the woods, under my hood,
More alive in danger, as I should,
While completely still inside—
An addiction to adrenaline I hide.
A love for family, etched in my mind—
Memories of those gone and the ones left behind,
Their dear smiles make me braver,
Yet between love and hate, their feelings waver.
For possessive love—though an angel in appearance—
Turns to hate on my disappearance—
A wound from love gone amiss,
Yet compassion can heal what memory can’t miss.
Amidst it all,
Smiling strangers bring light into my days,
Their warmth forever in my heart stays.
Life is a battle, a war with the demon—
With sin and those who sin without reason,
Sloths in the place of kings and warriors,
While lessons await their remaining years.
Yet, I wonder—who am I to judge?
So, I prefer not having a grudge—
For life is peace, in front of a computer,
a blanket, with a chilling night as tutor,
Immersed in words, pictures, and songs—
Content that evolves, in all its forms—
Art in motion, a sense of calm,
A space to be free, a place to be warm.
Ultimately,
For me, life is—beautiful yet very fleeting,
while death is a soft hiss that keeps repeating,
A sweet dream and yet a battle—
A reminder of who I am, and why I rattle.
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