Whither are
we bound?
Let the dark
knight snatch the soul
The birth
shall still remain in death
Though the
light is dimmed, and night is gone
The shadow
still lingers somewhere.
Whither are
we bound?
Has this quest
ever born within each?
From morning
till evening harvest
And the night
sky doomed to blacken
Whither are
we bound?
The body
grows with years
And thoughts
flow like rivers
Baby teens
youth middle age old age
All shall
be swallowed by time,
And, whither are we bound?
Still perplexed
by the sensuality of this world
The mind
loses not the grip a moment
Survival stays
at the uppermost
Fighting a
game which will one day come to an end
But, whither
are we bound?
A life
fulfilled, a rarity among mankind
Every second
restlessly thoughts accelerate
With speed
beating the light
Carrying loads
of pleasure and displeasure
Like luggage on a train journey,
Beauty strength
and prowess are weaning with age
Intelligence
withers under the clouds of delusion
The pride
of man in everything remains,
With an
unanswered question
To an
unknown end,
Whither are
we bound?
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Oh my friend, it matters not where we are headed. Age tells me this is so. It only matters that we make the journey with as much love as we allow ourselves to take from the days as they pass.
ReplyDeleteA lives are fulfilled, but not all lives are lived with awe and appreciation. Nice words and I love your new banner photo. It makes me miss Asia.
ReplyDeletewherever we belong... let us not forget lead the life happy. well written bro :)
ReplyDeletea great poem and I feel myself taken on a journey through life. Although strength and the like decreases, wisdom and the art of living increases
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