Since ages long,He survives!
Through accidents many,
Unconsciously harmonized,
Amid random chaos!
Evolving along the plot
laid by the natural selection.
Not much has changed in his being,
Nostalgic of the days eons ago,
He continues in his old ways!
Surrendered fully
To the Selfish genes,
The ancient insticts,
The archaic ardour,
The prisine passions!
Lives he chained,
In the dark and Tiny
Dungeon slimy.
Captivated forever,
By the lustful craving,
Centered in the self!
Blind to the evolving world,
Beautiful trees,
And sparkling stars,
Goes his life behind the bars.
Drugged with his self importance,
Craves he deeply to be loved and cared!
Living his own ways,
Weeps he in despair,
For the love lost,
And Gold snatched!
Busy is he,
Warring with all,
Fighting his battle,
To kill and defeat!
For he has to win,
He has to win!
His life is taken away,
By jealosy, fantasizing, and dreams!
All drugged and puppeted
By the selfish genetic urge.
His reason to be happy,
Derives from his possessions,
And his feeling of worth,
From the sense of being loved and understood!
Enslaved by his instincts,
He has loved with full ardor,
But each time conditioned
With the desire to be loved back.
He has lived with energy,
But each moment in the rush to win more and more.
Then from nowhere,
Was the New Born!
The New was not an identity!
Neither a noun he was.
But was he just a Verb!
An action – a thought – a stance – a poise!
He needed nothing,
Expected none,
For the essence of his existence
Was to Love and just Love!
He was in love with her,
He called – The Lady with the Most Beautiful Eyes!
He was in love with the vision,
He was in love with his work,
He was in love with his poems,
He was in love with his family and friends!
He was in love with everything life had to offer -
Today, tomorrow and thereafter!
He was just a means towards
Something more beautiful,
Something more creative,
Something more inspiring!
He was the channel of the divine,
A solution to a problem,
A resting shoulder to the friend!
He was the valiant heart
Ready to lay his life,
Anytime for the Right,
For the Beautiful
For the Inspiring!
He was an Obstinate Optimist!
Always having a countenance of smile
Hiding all his pains,
For he knew all those are just illusions!
What was real – was just Love – Just Love!
Needed he none to love him back,
Needed he none to understand him,
Needed he none to care for him!
For he was not an identity,
He was neither a noun,
Just he was a verb – an action – a thought – an idea!
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