Pursuit.

                                                                     
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                       

Pursuit.

Every action in a fraction of a second here is genetically real 

Mysteries and miseries of yours can never be extraterrestrial

The bond with the gravity with mortality is the fact, though cruel 

Escape from the agonies to ecstatic level is ever a playful will.

Why fear and crave for psychedelic life of only sybaritic ploy 

You can never be alone in this paradise to enjoy licentious joy

Life is simply a cyclic repetition of birth, growth and death

Merely being alive with the senses intact is the absolute truth.

The joy that jerks and lurks on us often dearly but rarely

The sadness that mocks and sucks us too quietly but deeply

The zeal for joy, the soul of sorrows are never a scarcity 

Let the spirit of "being alive" remain in us with all its divinity

Proclaim your needs as per your lawful biological share

Neither more,nor less of your right, have it, and enjoy the bliss 

You will be too light without any burden of luxury in your transit 

One who carries nothing lives meditatively in their quiet pursuit.