Rhymeless Reason

We are part of a big complex game Where the rules keep changing and are never the same A game so old that the God created The rules so complex that no one is defeated Yet we believe to be better than the best  Looking to rule while being only a guest We divide each other with colour and race And fight so hard till we lose our face Do we need to know the how and why of this game Or is it enough to play the part that’s given to our name Sometimes I wonder why this game is being played Can we change the rules that are laid? In the Game of Life we might be a mere toy The realization of which might not bring us great joy Yet we don’t have the right to judge our role or ask how ‘coz small or big, good or bad, we are an integral part of the big show The show goes on and stops never If its not you, then there is always someone to carry it forever And we’ll be well served to remember the fact That we are not the actors but just the act… In the complex but beautiful drama that we call, Life

Ever heard about the scripts that seem to know our life The one that we seek when we have a mental strife They tell our story  that is to unfold Events that would shape our life until we get old When things are down we look for a glimmer of hope And what better way than to look for it through our horoscope Will the celestial objects align in our  favor? Can they shape future that i could savor? The future is usually predicted to be more pleasant Or is it just a relative comparison to the dark present But isn’t this present, future to a past!!! We may now know what future has in store And maybe also about the life before We may know about our Karma that led to this life And then about the stars and planets that cause strife But yet, all this knowing might not make life any better If anything, they might only make us more bitter After all, who wants to feel like a sitting duck Ruled by planets and controlled by Luck .

Is there a life after death, some wonder? But could there be a life without death, just ponder Why do we think it’s the roads end? While life is just taken through a sharp bend What do we loose, if there are no corners to turn Wouldn’t life be easier without having to mourn? Wouldn’t our lives be better with nothing to worry? How pleasant it would be, never to feel sorry Yet death is as real as reality can be Lurking in the shadows for you and for me Where there is shadow we know there is light It’s in the darkness we see that which is bright The end of the world to a caterpillar is the birth to a butterfly At the horizon, seems to begin the bright blue sky There is never a beginning without an end And life is always there waiting behind the bend Fear not the death and don’t try to hide For it’s on the death that life has its best ride