Tragedy of Life.

© Vinay Kumar Vaidya,

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The Tragedy of Life.
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When we are born and alive,
Life emerges out from within,
Comes face to face with the Life,
Beyond us,
And though both are the two faces of,
The one and the same life,
The one 'within' and the other begin a play.
This inter-play unfolds and develops into,
A play of images in the mirror,
That too is life only.
While all such images are life only,
Each and every image assumes it-self,
As an individual,
And the rest as the 'world'.
When we are born and alive,
This image,
-The individual,
Is afraid of death,
Though the life that is the image in 'us',
Never died, nor knew death.
For this simple reason,
That having died,
One can not know death,
And without dying,
How can one know it?
But the individual keeps waking-up,
And going to sleep again and again,
As a 'person' in a world,
That is life only.
And though there is no such 'world',
As is assumed by the individual,
In his / her imaginations,
And in memory of perceptions,
Which one weaves into a fine screen,
Full of myriad colors and figures,
Of patterns and designs,
One somehow mistakes that self-created world,
Of one's memory,
-as true,
And forgets,
How he / she himself projected,
Such a world.
When this 'world' begins to fade away,
One mistakes this to be,
'the death' of oneself.
When we are born and alive,
In fact there exists no such world,
For it never was,
Neither could ever be.
Tragedy of life is not Death,
Or a wish which cannot be fulfilled .....,
And neither,
the tragedy of life is ....,
That we die inside of us while we live !!
The only tragedy is,
When we forget and don't see,
We were never born and we never die!
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© Vinay Kumar Vaidya,
vinayvaidya111@gmail.com