Life's like that

We cry and whine but give a damn,
We laugh and smile but are never happy,
We shout and yell but know not what to talk
After all life's like that...

Full of ifs and buts in the past and future -
Never in the present nor about the present,
And when it dawns it is already too late

For memoirs of past locks us up in a gate

With worrying lines of fate

Enacting the far and near future.

After all life's like that...

Time flies by and thoughts sails by
Neither waits nor rests,
Thoughts at the right time and
Times with the right thoughts
Are a rarity to encounter,
For we have no time to rest
And dont rest enough on time
And when its time to rest finally
We still wish we had more time.
With thoughts of good and bad
Flashing in a jiffy
With thoughts of near and dear
Full of iffy.
After all life's like that...

Look not at the future nor at the past,
For there is no greater gift than present
That life can bestow upon you
With loads of time and thoughts to mince
Let it set you on a note of joy
A bond of love and a time of bliss.
Fret not of what you not have
Fret not of what you might not have
For you already have everything
All the time to smile and thoughts always to love

After all life's like that...

-sramven

Love...can you?

Between life and death
For a mortal soul
The longings are many
Sometimes even for death.

Departures are always sudden
And arrivals mostly on time.
Wretched soul never knows
It always happens....

Not of love, Not of hate
Not of joy, Not of melancholy
It always happens and
Always for a reason.

None can reason
How good it is- For
None can envision
How bad otherwise - Oh!!
The heart aches and
The soul cries - For,
The happenings never met
The happenings in its dreams.

With the million words
And the million hymns,
Prayers are in plenty
For a better life and
For a peaceful death,
With love in plenty
Through the passage.

The heart never lives
Where love is abundant and
The soul always craves
Where it is ignored.
For the life sails
In search of the mythical love,
And when it is time
The abundance is too heavy to float.

In search of love we live
In regret that we missed we die!!!
Oh isn't that all we do?
Too poor to stop death
Too arrogant to love back.
Ohh!! Poor mortal soul,
Love before its too late.

For love is wonderful
You give or take
You always gain in love,
You slap and kiss
You always gain in life.

Between life and death
For a mortal soul
The longings will be none
Sometimes even in death
If the heart is loved
And the soul loves back.

-sramven