I have been walking for the past 21 years now
And walk shall I know not how many years more.
But then shall come a day I walk no longer.
I know not when, Neither do I question why.
Some things are beyond understanding
And some things beyond explanations.
The rift between creation and evolution is pretty trivial to the dead.
It is traumatic to realise that sometimes closed eyes see more than opens ones.
Vision of my open eyes is limited by laws of physics,
But that of my eyes closed is limited only by openness and vast expanses of my mind.
It is rather depressing to know that billions walked before me
And left no footprints in the sands of time undisturbed,
And I, a mere speck,
Shall join them in moments painfully small in the astronomical scheme of things.
And there shall be billions more to follow and then join me. What is my quest?
Why do I struggle when I know that I shall be swallowed?
Is there just one colour?
Sometimes how I wish I had a magic wand that could make me disappear.
Joy and sorrow play hide and seek in my backyard.
I have a jaundiced eye
And my likes are obvious out of the two.
After all I am just one of the billions
Among a myriad of billions to follow.