Of birth and of death,
In every breath that it takes;
Of the same friend and foe,
The stories that this mind makes;
While no two labels can gauge
The unnecessary love and hate;
Still trying the forgetful maze,
Bound to nature, bound to fate;
The life that time keeps,
Heart beats and pulse rates,
Drop by drop, away it seeps,
Over foolish pride in false stakes;
Still engaged in battles of face,
How so more, how so less,
On anger that drives away grace,
In a decorated intelligent mess;
Fast curse or boon slow,
What want would one really make?
Unthought of, too soon did it flow?
Of impatience, and a bad blow;
Humanity's sake, how can one fake?
-- nayan
Sat & Sun, 24th & 25th August 2024
11:39 pm, No-where or Now-here?
