For life;
We came on earth,
To try what would be.
Gloominess or mirth.
An overwhelming response
of nature.
Or wrath set forth
To be living and let live.

Every form of life,
Green, blue, white and brown.
We all know these pronouns—
They are
bound by stories intertwined,
strange and similar,
as outcomes align.

I am writing a free verse
Not because I am out of rhyme.
But for the cause of disruption
That you feel;
When you think about time.

Time - the unpreached
lord of everything.
A ghat road;
which aligns and declines
Your destiny.

Destiny which is only known to
your ticking wrist watch.
A metronome,
Teaching you beats
to dance.
To reach your purpose
still undefined.
Moving arms of this
Motionless time.