Live
We all live but we all complain,
we all wonder but we merely suffer.
In this ruling less world we still are trapped inside us,
in this world of freedom,
we still haven’t left the cage of our zone.
We all are afraid,
we all are scared,
not for one but for our last breath.
Life is short, indeed,
but not complicated as it seems.
Counting days and nights,
thriving hard to make
everything perfect,
little do we know, the beauty of imperfection
is the true essence of life
we have been living all along.
Sooner or later, this all will be a theory,
while we attain the utmost freedom in our sleep, eternally.
The end has begun may be not,
the end is close maybe not,
however to live what we have not,
the hourglass can be reversed.
For a moment, open your arms
and let the breeze pass through your soul,
the time will go still, for once
if ‘we’ are the reason for what we live.
