When the poet looks around
And sees the humdrum routine life,
The roller coaster ride of variegated emotions,
The dull and dreary existence of many,
The sweeping away of beach chairs,
Boats, parasols and swimmers
In the unexpected tsunami,
He feels that this era is also very conducive
For mind shift and spiritual growth.
Sometimes, a storm is so important
For the removal of unnecessary stuff
From both the ground and the air.
Similarly, certain events, like whiplashes
Do hurt us but at the same time
They revolutionize the architecture
Of our life, our existence, our being.
Sometimes, life is like fighting
A crippling drought and at other times,
It is like walking on hot sands
Of the desert with worn-out boots
With hopes fading to see an oasis.
Also, living in the milieu of assholes,
Fighting bouts of depression
And low self-esteem is so demoralizing.
And yet, these lead not to the end
Of your world which required
Herculean efforts to make, bit by bit.
It is just the beginning of a beautiful story—
The amazing story of your life,
The endurance, the perseverance, the patience
Adding to the multi-dimension
Of your meaningful existence.
Feel happy for what you are
And forget not the trials and tribulations
That keep clasping one another
While the poet feels so sorry for
All those who have never known
The power of pains and suffering.