Sunday, May 8, 2022

World Play

There is no excitement in monotony
And so we are given our little plays
There is no thrill in peace, and off 
We go to the war with little delay
 
What's so special about beauty?
What matters is the power to destroy
We rake old wounds on the mend 
Refreshing pains, we seem to enjoy

To despair, we cling
So life may have some zing
What purpose does the scar serve? 
To bind us to our pains and pleasures

Is this all a game, you wonder?
This world, so full of blunders?
Different levels one must cross
Before finding the treasure across

Buttons like triggers
Moving us hither and thither
Rolling on, trying to find purpose
Each different, performing in a circus

Claiming, 'I am right'
For a few moments in the bright light
Only to slip into darkness
To merge with blankness

Our identity wiped out
Our existence as if not at all
All our angsts and outbursts
Just bubbles, in a moment, lost?

Is this the game He plays
Till we find we are one and the same!
One, too, with that Supreme
Flashing in and out like in movies 
A role we don only to discard
Till we are done with all the discords
Taking the path of eternal peace
We who are, on a board, just one piece  

Do we vanish? Not at all!
We still have to walk till the final call
Knowing where the path is leading
And now our heart can stop bleeding.

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