The Pool...
The life pool is filled
to the brim with countless drops of your deeds.
Agonies and ecstasies
are rippling to the shore tirelessly since your birth
The miseries are
heavier than joys that are miser than a fashionable tailor,
Sinks to the bottom at
an accelerated pace and rests there for ever.
Neither do I know nor you can predict the time of
the whirlpool spiralling
Dragging like a magnetic force to the depth of the
bottomless pit
A black hole of illusionary feast that often comforts
your luxuries
And misleads to a lost state where you are declared
dead but clinically alive.
Cheering moments are volatile and rare to bubble out
of the evaporation pool
The solidified sorrows with no melting point to
measure, settles down heavily
The restless soul without any remorse holds a stable
stalk for fading floret
The fragrance is odourless with a diminishing colour
as unattractive as ever
The clouds of desire hovering over the lid of latent
greed ever ready to explode
The unexpected but fearsome cloud burst may burst at
any time at your door steps
And can cause a heavy down pour and floods your
being and spilling out of the pool
An overflowing reservoir of repentance sings a
haunting lullaby for your final sleep.
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