The three words-Life,Love and Purpose
Have tormented me in so many ways
My heart,body,mind and soul have become their timid preys
They've driven a storm of angst without any pardons or parleys
Why is all my being consumed by these three words
Why does my mind plague itself with the questions with no
answers?
Why does the heart wring itself with a thorny twine of faith
just to form a pool of tears
Why does the soul try to lash it out on itself for having
plain human fears?
What pleasure do I derive from these chaotic conundrums?
Why do I try to find the footprints of perfection in
history?
Why do I relish the idea of construction of a life of
ideals- when it’s a fallacy
Why do I still cling on to the path of purpose and not give
into the maze of mediocrity
What is this inner struggle with this tyrannous triad?
The question of life is like a serene hermit regaling in
earthy exultation
The question of love is like a voluptuous angel dancing in
heavenly jubilation
The question of
purpose is like an enlightened sage smiling in peaceful gratification
Life, Love and Purpose. Isn't everybody’s life based on
these jumble of spells?
I ask and I ask,Is there a meaning to look for, beyond this limited
territory?
Or is our existence a mere accident in God’s factory
Are these the curses of our lives or the cures? A querulous quandary!
