Life stares at me
With a blunt expression on its face
Seeming to scrutinize me
Seeming to enjoy my confused stature
Seeming to say
You deserve the misery imposed on you
You deserve it
Surely
Else, you would never have been
Here, among the fallen!
Pray, I can only stare back at life
With a most submissive stature
Life, I do allow it
To play on the chords of my soul
Its sad and tumultuous tunes
Why, even if fallen
I am alive
Being alive, requires me
To love life
To love it, yes
And to live it loud!
Pray, to it I shall always react
For a mysterious being am I
Made of emotions, of consciousness
And of existence
Yes, shall I do as it wills me to
For a body do I carry
A body laden with a set of duties
According to the composition of society
And of course, I shall go there where it leads me
For I am, in the end,
But a particle of dust
So light, so insignificant
Easily blown by the winds of life
The winds, seeming to be controlled
By the powerful might of fate!
Life stares at me
And I wish, I wish
I could unveil it
Yes, unmasked,
It would be so vulnerable
So vulnerable that it would have
Ceased to stare at me so bluntly
Yet, for now,
I can only kneel in front of it
Open my palms and accept
The burden of my dues!
life is a gift but mighty as it is, they rule our whole self…everything within and around us…but life comes along with Will the power of the mind… choices complement everything concealed in our journey as we live our life… very appealing write my dear 🙂
Excellent ! A captivating dialogue of substance!
An engaging and contemplative work.
( Editorial Note for the benefit of the author :- )
Whilst enjoying a good piece of work, the reader is nevertheless distracted by the poem’s appearance on the page with an overly long third stanza that jars with the consistency and discipline of the first two and final stanzas.The tendency to resort to ” but ” ” and ” also remains to be addressed.Poetry is not creative writing.