Is this life?

Striking as streaking light,

Melancholy as the melody song,

Like underneath the glass which readily collapse,

Or the blank that turns into ash,

Where you never get nor lose,

But still, you tremble apart,

Switches are on, But,

You never notice; the fuses are gone,

Where you run million miles,

But the borders never exists,

Where you brake each moment,

And the limit never approaches,

Is this life?

Where each moment creeps behind,

And still looks so divine,

I wonder… WHY???

Bang on! When you get a step closer,

Hang on! When you get an inch apart,

If you feel the stars in the day,

Then you seem to have got some way,

Running in the black hole with sun on your back,

Like the candle in your hands in cyclone attack,

Living for each dying moment,

Comes every time a crux moment,

Beyond the blues, beyond the green,

A pulsating beat that’s never seen,

Beyond the sky, beyond the land,

The truth- Time really slips from your hand,

Is this life?

Where aggression sits beneath each silence,

And devil in a smile,

I wonder… WHY???

A crackerjack gut swirls ‘round the mind,

And a frost gets on the nerves,

A speed gets on to the blood,

And the teeth start mumbling together,

A sweat flows and sinks to the earth,

Brow tightens in complete state of confusion,

When you start feeling the cool winds hot,

And rub fire to get ice,

A single blow and all’s gone,

Even the zephyr can’t narrate it all,

Why the hell you thought its aggression,

It’s death- another life,

Is this life?

An eternal definition, a buzz never heard,

A incognito secret, never revealed,

I wonder… WHY???

                                                                 -VAIBHAV VARUN

            'Legend has its, no one has ever managed to look on to the unrivalled side of life, perhaps it's even difficult to describe it, and even more difficult is living life. Even after writing this whole poem, I find myself in question, but there's a step ahead when you write poems. You get to explore the beauty and devil of life. John Burroghs said that,"I still find each day too short for all the thoughts I want to think, all the walks I want to take, all the books I want to read, and all the friends I want to see." It's up to you how you live life, but yes always enjoy it to fullest, as if each moment is the last one! Hope you enjoyed reading my poems, if you give your valuable feedbacks, I'll be boasted twice to post as much more as I can.

- Vaibhav Varun