The mirage

Ticking clock, years on my back,
Arriving at a juncture on a fast track.
It occurs, flipping through the pages,
Some things are fixed rest our the changes.

Not quite the sine curve, life has been;
Some goods are never to be seen.
Happy is small, sad is like an eon;
Darkness is eating into the dawn.

The hell is empty, it is crowded down;
A gentle noble soul equals a clown.
The angelic entity standing on a precipice;
Staring ahead at a giant abyss.

Shallow people shallow times;
The purity is on a decline.
The kalyuga couldn't have become graver;
Sucking goodness giving a burnt flavour.

We swipe right to find love;
We gather more than we can shove.
Farcical are people, mechanistic emotions;
Earth may be warmer, but the teardrops get frozen.

The world is a jury, ready to pounce;
A mistake you made amounting to an ounce.
Notwithstanding their own follies, they levitate;
Aiding the air of the earth to suffocate.

Parochial views, xenophobic world;
bounded rationalities, abuses hurled.
The human race's actions grave and succint;
Karma if a racial thing would make us extinct.

To jog around life unfazed;
Is only a dream, pictured like a haze.
Yearning for time to freeze;
To experience the warmth and the azure breeze.

To see the beauty, ignore the morose;
Appreciate the friend, wary the foes.
Hope inspires to forget the bygone;
Letting go is better than holding on.

The illusion has never been starker;
Grit though has never been fonder.
Margins are paper and path is a knife;
Walking to decipher the mirage called life.


-Udit Bhatia