Life Lack-lustre.

Poetry / 06-01-2022.

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Life Lack-lustre,

Absurdities fluster, 

No respite ever,

Anomalies cluster.

You seek to find out, 

The Reality behind,

You don't seek, 

The truth of mind,

Try repeatedly, desparetely,

Format of a kind.

Is it ever possible,

To format the life? 

Into some structure,

Name in the mind?

The name is a game,

Good in the beginning,

Has no lasting joy,

Pass-time of the kind.

Looks but engaging,

A war in the waging,

Agony only raging, 

Held up in caging.

Hopes futile,

Times hostile,

A nightmare only,

Unending wile.

Living this life, 

Dyeing some day, 

Is but a wastage,

Going up astray.

Discovering how, 

The Nature survives,

With no name any,

Neither it strives.

Tree sheds the leaves, 

Dried up fall beneath,

Newer spring up soon,

Flowers adorn the wreath.

Living in this moment,

Is the only meaning,

Discard the memory past,

Think not of the future.

But one would not do that, 

But one could not do that,

Mind lives on in time,

Time lives on in mind.

Life with no format any, 

Devoid of time as past, 

Oblivious of time as future,

Timeless Life prospers, shines,

Now, always, boundless ever. 

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