They say life is a conundrum,
So please help me in it being defined.
The more I try to solve it,
More the imbroglio catches me before trying.
May be I need an anodyne,
to help me appease my confused mind.
One day I feel on top of the world,
Next day I've fallen right behind.
Sometimes I think i cerebrate too much,
Maybe that leads to me writing on these lines.
So far my life has been a bricolage,
coz' the ride has solely been a carpe diem.
I hope the nidus of commonsense in this brain of mine,
helps me get over this grind.
Ab initio I have been a hedonist,
but the transformation train to
becoming an ascetic is running on the line.
These machiavellian ways of people,
have always kept me thinking twice.
Ohh!! this so called poem is about to end
and I guess the conundrum of life is something
that cannot be defined.
Abhinav( 8th july'06 )
posted by abhinav at 12:58 PM
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4 comments:
It can be defined bro...
Its simple....dont make it complex...its not a problem ,its a journey to be enjoyed,to learn,to share,to care,to hurt and at last to depart.
This is all.......
Now you decide ,how u wanna live this.....
Ok...and also bad memories makes a part of our life......anyways ur poems always talks about truth....
absolutely rite,they do make a part of ur life..nd i try to be pragmatic nd idealistic(which i'm not by ny stretch of imagination) wen i write'em down.
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