Philosophising is an art
And i do it well
too
But whether you'll guage it,
Is upto your capability too
Life seems a perpetual succession of events
To which man submits.
And like unexpected guests,
Misery and happiness enter and make their exits
Fate does not practice the art of gradation
And neither does it that of discretion
Fate conspires with circumstances
To thwart our hopes, to defeat our endeavours.
And leave us to face the ultimatum
Life is an opportunity,to a believer
To the pious one,a pilgrimage
To the man of courage,an adventure
And to the blessed one, a holy rhythm
Conscience has one logic,
Fate another,
And the funniest part is
That neither coincide with the other
Conscience is a straight line,
Life is a whirlpool
Leaving a black chaos or blue sky
The man remains to drool
I make you think
And therein starts a war
A war between you and your future
Then its upto you to see,
Whether your ship sails or sinks
Coz in facing the challenge of life
Lies the solution of this jinx