When I probed life….

Whenever
my mind
begins to
ponder
over this
deep, dark
secret,

however hard tried,
I wonder,
my wisdom fails to
get it correct.

O! you wise people of the world
can you lend me your wits?

to crack the
puzzle which
bothers,
though I
strive hard to
solve it.

What is life?
The meaning?
The
definition?
Go on, give
yourself a
try,

For it still
remains a
stubborn
question
which never
fades nor
gets dry.

some say, it’s about
celebrating each day
some smile and face it
as it comes their way.

some stagger and stammer
at the sight of perils,
others vile away the
moments in nags, jibes and
quarrels.

there are warriors, who fight
their battle
till their last beat and breathe.

but this world
is not devoid of
those
who sacrifice
their life and
embrace death.

Still, life is the same to all of
us
whether we wish or not,

with boulders and pits
all along the path
where we leap, sprint
and trot.

careful,
watch every
single step,
for we never
know what lies
next

you miss a beat,
alas! you go,
leaving
unaccomplished
your lone quest.

so what, if you fell,
c'mon you can still
stand up,

for
failure is
not in
falling,
but it’s
failing to
get up.

life to me is just living
and wearing an everlasting smile

for it
makes you
tough as a
wall,
and never
lets you be
glassy
fragile.

Still, you can define it
with a difference
if not heartily
satisfied.

for it still remains a stubborn
question,
no matter how many times
tried.