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Life
Often while I repose, I think
What is the purpose of life?
Is it Life that makes us float or sink?
Can it be whiled away playing a broken fife?
The candle tries to light the room,
But it's base is painted with darkness;
Is it possible to remain unravished by gloom?
And spend the entire journey in happiness??
Love- the Hypnosist of Life, creates a lot of confusion;
What a plan the Master has made-
"Life will be worthless without the Hypnosist's compassion"
But you have to be bold to Love, not fearing your mysterious fate.
Is Life a dream world with tangible matters?
Or is it reality doomed in the world of illusion?
Is there anyone who will treat you better?
Is the Death, to life,the only conclusion?
Many people have entered and many have left,
But I am still on my journey unaware of my destination.
Should I be happy to have had their presence or should I be sad?
Why does Life follow the policy of procrastination?
What is the reason of me travelling in the journey of life?
Is it only to achieve something by my strife?
What is better: the bitter truth or the soothing lie?
Perhaps I will only be able to draw conclusion.
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I don't understand under which category i should put this in.please help me out
What is the purpose of life?
Is it Life that makes us float or sink?
Can it be whiled away playing a broken fife?
The candle tries to light the room,
But it's base is painted with darkness;
Is it possible to remain unravished by gloom?
And spend the entire journey in happiness??
Love- the Hypnosist of Life, creates a lot of confusion;
What a plan the Master has made-
"Life will be worthless without the Hypnosist's compassion"
But you have to be bold to Love, not fearing your mysterious fate.
Is Life a dream world with tangible matters?
Or is it reality doomed in the world of illusion?
Is there anyone who will treat you better?
Is the Death, to life,the only conclusion?
Many people have entered and many have left,
But I am still on my journey unaware of my destination.
Should I be happy to have had their presence or should I be sad?
Why does Life follow the policy of procrastination?
What is the reason of me travelling in the journey of life?
Is it only to achieve something by my strife?
What is better: the bitter truth or the soothing lie?
Perhaps I will only be able to draw conclusion.
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I don't understand under which category i should put this in.please help me out
Published 2nd May 2013
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2nd May 2013 3:24pm
2nd May 2013 7:01pm
2nd May 2013 8:33pm
Oddly enough, I've read four different poems entitled, "Life" in the past day. Although each shared similar cores, they all possessed totally different beautiful messages.
A powerful message you have scribed here my friend! Impeccable Ink, Roy! :) xoxo
A powerful message you have scribed here my friend! Impeccable Ink, Roy! :) xoxo
