AND I WANT TO WRITE

and i want to write..
not just for the ones who i love,
or for the ones who i don't,
but just to give my words a flight.

who cares what did we get in return,
no one ever said they were joining in contractually,
it was we who thought its a give and take relationship,
i don't remember anyone ever confessed its so, literally.

then why bother ourselves with gifts and rewards,
happiness is in now and here,
you can either work to pick it,
or else keep trying to play your cards.

maybe you might just win a hands or two,
but the game in the end, you would sure loose,
for the victory wasnt about winning or loosing,
it was squarely about, doing the do.

no matter how experienced are we players,
its only when we falter that we see the games layers,
still we dont learn, just keep throwing dices one after another,
hoping against the hope, to be the giant slayer.

how long will you travel in these wasteful streets,
when will you remember, each life is discreet,
no matter how much laurels or praises do we get,
in the end we all reach the same graveyard fleet

don't toil so hard in name of bread and butter,
give yourself some room, from all this clutter,
why this mad rush to be the best white collar sheep,
no matter how panoramic, eventually its just a gutter,

this constant rhythm of hearts beats,
which keeps going unobstructed despite what we do,
its not just a coincidence, but is there for a purpose,
try to do some digging before its time to bid adieu

Happiness in the now.

Work or play, good or bad, life is what we make it....We gain experience by living in the moment....Nice write Serendipity

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