My Intangible Extant
Every day is an audacious play
Every time is being conjured
Though I search for absolute reality
But I end up getting an illusion in you.
You treat me as a toddler at times
Ordering me to follow your ways the way you want
In other, a mere adolescent
Letting me to give my ways, my own name.
You cater me with sudden bliss
The other moment, starve me with contiguous sorrow
Am I a book under your authorization, that you
Fill up my every page with new twists and twirls.
I know I can't understand you
For you test me by creating mirages
And when I try to reach out to them
You smack me hard and make me addle
Then aid me to stand up
And make me to work for my own existence.
In many of my success and failures
You take all the credits and responsibilities
Standing hand in hand
with your sibling named Destiny.
While in some personal deeds
You put me to lead and handle the mob
Making me culpable, you escape inside your vanities.
Its only You who becomes a delusion for me
Bringing elated greetings for a while
Followed by farewells and leaving me crumbled
Then Suddenly infallibly showing me the mirror
You ultimately drop open the secret that
Nobody else remains in the end
But only you; my dear, Life! !
Poet's Notes about The Poem
The more you try to solve it, more you get mazed into it and if you try to get out it, you get smacked to death.
As mentioned in the title, it is just like an intangible extant.
Once seems like visionary, but as you hurry to catch it...
Puff! it vanishes.
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