A man collecting people for funeral

What is Life?

Isn’t it nothing but a string of events

Supposedly to make sense

Unwindly illogical in the beginning

Sarcastically senseful at the end!

Making room for more

Yet allowing one at a time

Choosing the ones to suffer

Diluting the rest to muffle

What can be next? Simple existence?

Oh no! What is Man?

What have been done to him?

Patriarchy claims he’s strong, dominant & powerful.

Deep down he’s ignored, rejected & lost

Criticized, vandalised & left out

There its required to look magnificent

When all structures turn to shackles

Sanity lost in loneliness

Depressed and burdened with responsibilities

Let him rise as its necessary

But lost in ways

He seeks counsel

A life of overjoyed obstacles

Just undergone, must attained

Comes a phase where we get personalities.

Characters that we love

Love to hate

Hate to leave

Leave to attain peace

Peace to start again

So goes the circle of friendships and relationships

Its all nothing

But collecting people for funeral.

Probability states that you might not have one

For death and its arrival is always mysterious

So you might not get a funeral.

By chance if you do!

Then that is what these people are for!

To love you for a day or two

Or remember you for a year or so

Only after you are no more!

Therefore its a man’s deeds

And the deliberately broken heart

That counts all & lost

Gone with the wind

Are the thoughts that evaded. 

-Joel CJI