Life

Insanity thy flow, we call it a life, seems paralyzed ,
Within its own furry it goes on flowing and we call it living,
Dipped in the vearnary , yet we glue ourselves to the sight of the shore,
Seems the eternity of this endless voyage is yet to end even in the stream of rays
The greenery to the parched earth is omnipresent on the darker side.
Walking we in the life which we have in form got it from move on
it is so wide and wane that the more we get close it, eludes us
Such is the life which we call it ours or is the life which call us her’s
Nor merely being not for us for the roles which we tend to play while we are we
Yes but less for the time we live on here is marked with it and one
Less lived more perished more moved less saw, got some lost many,
The desire don’t end and so we flourish to the insanity within
The end is no more and end in itself as it deludes us from being what we are
Unpleasant quandary of lives so far from being a mere flush of moments we thrived for
Reluctant we beg to differ and choose to say live it, and we choose it,
The deviants live it and make it same for the others and such are their lives
The defied nature of the acts so much engraved in them goes not in vain,
Cant we see such something which we never wish to perceive for it being not ours,
Nor does it comes to our rescue but the selfish mind some time leave the one
The rest for best of the rest comes in from deeds not from the weeds thy sow