Why with every passing year, we dig our grave one step deep?

Is technology for the sane or for the creep?

Why do we find annihilation more appealing than life?

Why do the troubled past look more comfortable than certain lies?

Why does every generation think that they had the best childhood?

What’s it with everyone’s mood?

What were the best times on earth?

Why do we exhaust ourselves to death?

Is all of this up to nothing?

Are you even listening?

Will you say something before I lose my faith?

Can anyone really be a saint?

Are you in that flute, because it sounds surreal?

Are you in that Yogi, along the sacred burial?

Were you in that Nei paruppu sadham?

Because that taste! I couldn’t fathom;

Are you sitting next to me, laughing at this inception?

Or will you be reading this without my concern?

Why is it when life can be explained, you can’t be?

Why does everything have a source but we can’t see?

Why at the edge of Higgs-boson discovery, scientists can’t find further?

Or that they named it ‘God particle’ with no bother?

Wasn’t there an atheist in that team?

Or is it something we have in our gene?

Why sunshine on leaves remind me of you?

Why does every stream sound anew?

Why do I control my anger when I am about to burst?

You have a remote switch, I trust?

Why do I feel pity, in a world that eats you alive?

Why do I feel remorse, for an unkind man who’ll never revive?

Why some things happen, when it ends fatal?

Should I have hope or be in dismal?

Why does the mind not remember the love but the hurt?

What should I do when people forget?

Will you hold my hand when I walk through the dark?

Or give a sign when I’m about to fall apart?

Will you stop my injury from happening?

Will you heal the soul that’s crushing?

Is everything a coincidence or miracle?

Is enlightenment the only key to break the circle?

Do I have time in my clock?

Or will I suffer again with my flock?

Will you lead me to heaven?

Can I bring a plus one?

Where do you draw the line?

Is it when we’re untouchable or when we aren’t fine?

What about when we talk a dirty word or flirt,

How do I calm you when you’re upset?

I am a mere human, I might make a mistake,

Will you change my horrible fate?

Lord, it hurts to kill that mosquito,

If I tell my mom, she would think that I’ve lost my mind too;

It hurt when that plant died,

When that bird got tangled and cried;

When I couldn’t donate money,

When that restless lady is always in a hurry;

When I see a kid at work,

When the slaughter chickens lurk;

When drunken men sleep on streets,

When the ocean is polluted with excretes;

When the corals turn white,

When the poles melt at sight;

When the black smoke fills the air,

When they introduce a new disease from despair;

When at Seventy, you feel unachieved,

When at death bed you aren’t grieved;

Are you crying too or laughing at this misery?

Or do you think ‘whatever it is, it sure is funny’?

Come down for a minute, we could really use your help,

Let us start over; how do we make it up?

#god#questions#life#world#death

Yes, two roads diverged in a wood, and I-

I took the one less traveled by

and it has made all the difference.

Now, I live with my parents,

Broke AF, fighting indigence,

I opt plans with zero resurgence;

All because, I assumed I can’t be in stagnance,

To be sulking over the non-talents;

Too mannered to show indignance;

Hangouts, with that allowance,

Yet maintaining the bank balance,

Takes brain that could beat Artificial Intelligence;

Too poor for romance,

Work-outs at home, a hindrance;

Ill-fitting clothes and despondence;

Movie sites from Russians,

Settled friends, a nuisance,

Time flies in an instance;

Yet, not budging even once,

Instead, learning in abundance,

And turning a deaf ear for riddance;

The road so far by observance,

Has been long, tiring and insulting but since-

That appreciation, I’ve come to acceptance;

I know not what the future holds, hence-

Can’t give up as I’ve traveled this far with valiance,

And see, if the end is actually a difference.

The mulberry fairy,

Is dyed to bright red cherry;

Boiled, weaved and pressed,

Drapped without getting stressed;

So beautiful, that its killed,

Another human behaviour, I am puzzled;

As the world ignores the sin,

The thread lengthens in the spin;

Gone, before wings to gain,

But alright dyin',

As the lady in mirror looked fine;

Maybe a thing of beauty is a joy forever,

Only if the human eye catches it, never.

#silkworm #life #withoutcause #poem #saree

Hopelessly: Don’t look at me. My wings are torn.

Worried: Oh no, what happened?

Sobbing: Life pulled me down and I got cut.

Sympathetically: I’m very sorry about that.

Confesses: Now, we can’t be together anymore.

Confused: Why?

Carefully: Because, you have your wings and you deserve someone who can fly like you.

Shocked: Can you move?

Apologetically: Yes, but I can’t fly like before. You should have seen me in my full swing.

Agrees: I know what you’re capable of.

Sobbing more: Just leave.

Laughs: I’m not in love with your wings. I’m in love with you. Now come here you silly caterpillar.

#broken #life #love #raising

No promise had been made,

No word had been said;

So you broke a bond,

And upon me it dawned;

That a relationship was over,

That which existed, never;

Memories, down in a flame,

With no one to blame;

It took a year to survive;

It took an eternity to revive;

Now, that I have saged,

Let nothing be changed;

No graving,

Definitely, don’t be craving;

Just a good thought,

And a friendship in heart.

#unsaid #promise

A little blue dot,

Aside a bright yellow star;

A horizon to separate land from sky.

Alone it looks,

Maybe a little company?

Boom! A Universe.

Oh! I almost forgot,

Such captivating are the curves;

Sprinkles, done with the cells.

The land! Yes the land,

A place for the magnificent to stroll;

Now, lets have a look;

Aww, the little blue dot,

Isn't just a little blue dot anymore,

The best creation of all, it is!

From Earth or from space,

Viewers, the panorama amaze;

A beauty like no other.

Even the touch and the smell,

Now that's swell;

Damn! I'm proud of myself.