Every Death And Every Life Poem by Paras Saxena

Every Death And Every Life

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Every night brings a new death to die
Every morn brings a new life to live
A fresh breath, a new rhythm to my heart
A new smell, a new journey, a new me to live

Nothing to give but poesies born
By this gentle mind and tender heart
In my laugh or in my mourn
Revealing my every face and its every part

I'm everything and everyone
I'm anything and anyone
I'm who how what I want to be
Not what society expects me to be
Civilization is an assumed illusion
Reality is biased and reflects confusion
Surrealism is the equalizer, the greatest gift
The only art to draw and paint immortality
Morality is archaic, so old is extinct

A new lesson in a new chapter
A new chapter in an ageing book
Where we unmask or mask
Nobody knows but oneself
Where we reveal or conceal ourself
Nobody's choice but oneself

Chances are limited, possibilities are boundless
Choice is mine to be God or be powerless
Everyday is a new today, is a new me, is a new journey

For me,
Every night brings a new death to die
Every morn brings a new life to live

Friday, February 12, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: life and death
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Ratnakar Mandlik 12 February 2016

A beautifully crafted meaningful and thought provoking poem and inspirational too. Thanks for sharing.10 points.

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Paras Saxena 12 February 2016

pleasure's all mine sir..

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