Life is whatever you want it to be

Taking a minute from a busy schedule, at some point in our life we may question “Why am I here?”However the TV, your mom ,or your boss breaks your introspection and it is never thought of again.Yet  when you find yourself with too much time once again the question strikes? Why indeed am I here?

The human life cycle as Shake sphere famously put it (bear with me guys) is divided into seven stages. For the poetically inclined:

“All the world's a stage,
And all the men and women merely players:
They have their exits and their entrances;
And one man in his time plays many parts,
His acts being seven ages. At first, the infant,
Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms.
And then the whining school-boy, with his satchel
And shining morning face, creeping like snail
Unwillingly to school. And then the lover,
Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad
Made to his mistress' eyebrow. Then a soldier,
Full of strange oaths and bearded like the pard,
Jealous in honour, sudden and quick in quarrel,
Seeking the bubble reputation
Even in the cannon's mouth. And then the justice,
In fair round belly with good capon lined,
With eyes severe and beard of formal cut,
Full of wise saws and modern instances;
And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts
Into the lean and slipper'd pantaloon,
With spectacles on nose and pouch on side,
His youthful hose, well saved, a world too wide
For his shrunk shank; and his big manly voice,
Turning again toward childish treble, pipes
And whistles in his sound. Last scene of all,
That ends this strange eventful history,
Is second childishness and mere oblivion,
Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything.”

An attempt to traverse a mountain and reach the peak of adulthood, before the onset of the battle with time?

Or is it a transient experience which one must undergo before being thrust into the real life which is salvation?Is this an illusion? :O

A bid to inveigle a deity? A life spend in subscribing to the instructions of a text allegedly containing the instructions of a superior entity.Constantly defending  our beliefs and deriding anyone who thinks different.(I know I sound hypocritical)

Alas this writer has neither been dead nor seen another return from the dead. And so empirical evidence suggests that this could be the only life which is merely an outcome of chance. So how indeed will we make use of this serendipitous existence?

Will I spend this life cooped up in a cubicle attempting to accumulate as much wealth as time would allow me to? Would I follow a dream? Would I live for Love?No one can nor should make a choice for you because 60 years down the line you don't want to be an old depressed "Pantaloon" who hates life but rather you must be able to take the step to the other side with a smile

As of now I am perhaps wound up in the path I am, as an outcome of confusion. However I do make it  a point to enjoy life and make the most out of every moment.

So what do you think life is about? 

Death : The beginning or the end?

As the coffin descends into silent slumber
Among the throng that sobs by the number
As the angry flames consume the corpse
As the  warrior sails away sleeping

You hear the people say:
Hes gone away to a better place
You will meet him at the end of days

A transient mans delusion of immortality
A procrastination to experience life unbridled
A dream of freedom
A false promise..

Does heaven exist?A paradise of bliss
or does hell where you suffer but live?
Or see life in another light
in the shoes of a bird a beast or plant

Or is it the end?
The void of emptiness
As memories and sensations fade
And you cease to exist

Fierce

The whole world at her feet,
She chose to look to you.
Her glistening brown eyes,
Waited for years, unblinking.
Every sight of you at her horizon
Was a moment she dared
To hope for the impossible
The world adored her, doted on her,
You chose to shatter her soul.
So now when she looks at the glass,
Its shards pierce and pin her to the dark.
She remembers each day, each night,
But you’ve moved on to better times.
There were many, so many,
Waiting to make her whole.
But she chose to stay incomplete,
For she knew she was still not free.
Days slipped by, years flew,
I watched her scars fade,
And her lips quiver, but for a smile.
And then You.
You came crawling back,
For the life you left her for,
Had turned its back on you.
Oh how you came crawling back,
Seeking her embrace,
And she, the innocent heart,
Chose to look you in the face.
She didn’t strike or aim,
But listened as you begged and cried.
And I watched as her heart shuddered,
As she let you in again.
I seethed, I saw red,
But all she saw was the dreams that all along, she’d had.
I waited, for I knew you.
Each smile she flung on, made me tremble,
I feared the storm that lay waiting.
Days slipped by, bare months flew.
And you, you left her flailing again.
To the clifftop you took her by her hand,
And when she looked to you,
You stared at the ground, and let go.
As she fell, she opened her mouth to scream.
But no words, no voice,
And how could she, when even then,
Her innocent heart could not see.
See you for the nothing that you are
See you for the dark that you are.
I picked her off the rocks,
And I’ll sew her back to life.
For she’s mine to protect,
And you’re mine to destroy.
Know that every step you take,
Is that which takes you closer to the fate that awaits.
Keep that jar of hearts close by,
Because when I break you,
I’ll wash your body with the blood they bled.
This my word,
that before your demise,
I’ll make you look up to her, and see her smile.
She’ll be alive, and breathing,
And loved by true love.
You’ll be writhing, and screaming,
But don’t worry,
I’ll be by your side, till the very end.
I’ll stay by your side, till I know
You can hurt no more.
And then I can smile,
Because I know,
She’ll be alright.