Stardust

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[[[[The profound concept of existence is absurd, but more absurd is triviality of being human who is so frantically aware about fragility of life]]]]

(Poisoned

I have to make a choice

With a noxious mist taking over

Standing amidst looking at the offer

Poisoned by the world I gave birth to

Or poisoned by this world which birthed me

Which one should I let engulf me completely?

Where shall I go?)

 

Death came to me

with no knowledge to anyone

there was no urge to hide

it's inevitable by all that reside,,,

My body ruptured; a feast for insects

to the soil it went

bones still scattered

In mud, these tissues all blent,,,

But I’m not there.....

 

The body I wore was facade all along

so i escaped to where I always belong,,,

Wind that screeched away the voices

forgetting all these worldly choices

In the stars that shone bright at night

In the clouds all grey fighting with might

In the rain that dropped and mixed with soil

Roaming in the forest, with lianas I coil....


I’m not dead, I did not die

Instead I lived and I still fly

I did crave death

But never to die,

Because if death’s the truth

Then was life a lie?

There was grief of leaving behind but: To truly live

I had to glow

From where I came

I shall go; To the stardust....


(I gave the meaning of truly living to death then shall I say the true meaning of dying lies in life?

Insanity is plaguing my mind again....

Life is worth living for some but worth dying for many… the millions of soul that has accepted death, Where did they go? Did they reach the stars? Did they meet the dust? Where are they? Are they free? Are they finally living?)

"WE AREN'T HUMANS EXPERIENCING THE UNIVERSE, WE ARE THE UNIVERSE EXPERIENICNG HUMANS..."                              

                                                                                                                  - ALAN WATTS

 

 

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