romantics with a touch of realism.......
Small little beautiful petals,covered with pecks of dew,
Dew all over the flowers and grass, looking so very realistic and true,
Dawn breaking, the half-dead coming to life, everything coming to life, giving you a feeling of being refreshed and new,
The nature being reborn, looking explicitly beautiful, leaving you amazed, absolutely out of words and clue...
The meaning of life, it’s every depth being embossed,
“Is this what our life’s meant for?” One question unasked...
The pitter-patter rain drops, sliding by the green leaves,
The numerous unseen colours of the secretive life, revealed,
The height of the greatness of its charisma, unleashed,
The adventure in store, ‘O my god!’ Just like a dream...
The meaning of life, every depth of it being embossed,
"Is this what our life’s meant for?" One question unasked...
With small drops of soft water, falling over you,
With the fragrance of the numerous lovely flowers, enthralling you,
The sound of the murmuring rivulets, mesmerizing you,
The sight of the softness of the night, taking the breath out of you...
The meaning of life, it’s every depth being embossed,
"Is this what our life’s meant for?" One question unasked...
The flashes of lightning, almost seemingly flying like a kite,
The speedy winds expressing its wild beauty and showing you what is right,
The gigantic robust waves, simply showing you all it’s might,
Even the harsh elements of nature, showing that superbly hidden grace, making it look like a bride...
The meaning of life, it’s every depth being embossed,
"Is this what our life’s meant for?" One question unasked...
The answer lies not in beauty, nor the magical spells of life,
For it’s not only the charisma we get to feel, realize and live, but also the harshness of the catastrophic life,
The negativism of nature almost nothing in front of the humans’ ghastly negative strife,
Where optimism, love and true feelings are consistently being suppressed by the jealous ambitions rising like a tide,
No time is there for humans to pause from hatred to glimpse and appreciate this beauty so natural yet so wild,
Human mind more occupied with hatred and disgust has no time to think over the real meaning of life,
No time to give to this feeling of explicit romance,
No time to enjoy the lovely feeling passing with the pace that of light,
Questions like fore`men`tioned have lost it’s meaning bright,
Have lost all the glitter they deserve because of evolving times,
T’is but useless to ponder over the extreme beauty of life,
And with this we get the answer that’ this is not what we think is life.’
But human mind, supposedly so curious and bright,
Almost compulsively moves a step ahead lacking the divine sight,
And finally rests with one question continuously puzzling the human sight and might,
And that is...
After all, if experiencing lifes'beauty is not what we think is life, as we’ve already explained,then “What, for the sake of love is this goddamned life???”
Written by...-.Priya Dubey[meeeeee…]

