Tuesday, October 4, 2011

The Closing Uncertainty

At times life wants us to know the motive behind its existence
The truth- nothing but the uncertainty
The horizons are contracted bizarrely
This sudden twirl that is never anticipated
Even the sorrow is scared stiff and too frozen to express
What was mine is not mine now
What is mine perhaps is going to defy
The void is filled up with uncertain molecules
Distress crawls even more slowly and ices up my tears
After the nightmare I open my eyes and heart positively
and welcome the ray of hope every morning
But is it certain?
Perhaps life is going to present a shock again
My conscious effort to cherish and sustain the blissful moments
makes them laugh at me
They say life is beautiful
Are they referring to the uncertainty?
or not?