THE SHOW

A life, a few breaths and a thunderous storm within

Walking on, with a teary heart and a weary soul

Every broken dream pricking like a vicious pin

Every shattered hope reminding of an unaccomplished goal

Gripped by sorrow, surrounded with pain

He plays with the soul and He tries at every step to beat us down

In life’s various battles, daily we’ve been slain

Yet we get up, move on, and try best not to mourn

Growing, learning that in this game He manipulates every rule

Battling not just pain are we mortals, we’re battling life and fate too

Working hard, toiling for days feeling like an underrated mule

 Everybody breaks, every soul dies including me and you.

At such a juncture, philosophy shall hit us all

The blurry lines of survival and living shall become clearer

A faint view of joy shall be visible as the answer to this sad pall

Clutching on to that distant dream, we’ll aim to make our lives better.

We all shall hit a crossroad where we’ll understand life’s secret

Life is a sorrowful journey where joy has to be created by us

We’ll reach a stage where within a moment we’ll forget to fret

Such a day shall mark the beginning of our LIVING and end our daily toil and fuss.

Life is, my friends, after all a show

Happiness has to be created, even if feigned, and sorrow has to be crushed hard

Someday we’ll all learn this and shall finally, into better beings grow

Spreading joy, spreading love, enjoying every step, every yard!