why do I come here?

why do I come here?

to quench the ever-growing longing of literary orgasm

to extinguish my burning desires

to satiate my greed of scholarly wisdom

to let the greats interact with

to let the knowledge show its power

to remain acquiescent

to drink the nectar seeping out of conversant souls

to submerge

to drown

to let the ocean of intelligence release the tsunami

out of the volcanic eruption of the convoluted brains

why do I come here?

to realize the supremacy of the inner self

to convey, to communicate, to connect

to discover and get discovered

to learn how to avoid being offensive

to take away things what human want

to stay human!

tragedy called life

I am burning incessantly

the end appears to be nearing

the energy levels are dying down

sublimation of the body fearing

the soul though has no abode

permanently to stay there

but the existing address is in me

and then to anonymity shall near

I breathe hard to remain alive

but the strength keeps diminishing

my aspirations are young enough

but my actions are retreating

I too have a ticking countdown

to remain in this materialistic earth

 and when the counter reaches zero

my existence shall become unheard

yes, we all are a feeble naught

that can be easily wiped off

whether we do good or bad

the life is always written off

live life lightheartedly

one fine day seriousness came to me curiously

and pleaded to take the life more seriously

I laughed at it and thanked for the concern

but expressed my helplessness accordingly

the seriousness cited umteen grievous people

who  dreadfully live their life on this earth

the smile never ever adored their grim faces

and laughter never entered their gloomy hearts

why don’t we take things in life lightheartedly

as we have only one life to live and immortalise

why we waste it in all those trivial concerns

and die many times before the actual demise

Seriousness