With a wobbly head, the sweetest of whines,
Like a ripple in the ocean, a blooming little flower,
Conscious to the core,
Untangled and unaware,
of every worldly affair.
Bestowed upon you ,
the gift of life,
A mystery to be lived,
Loved and untied.
Thou don’t find any meaning in it,
Tis an odyssey to give one.
Don’t be entangled,
In matters of past, dreams of the future,
For there’s eternity in the present.
Don’t thou presume, there’s a purpose,
For there’s none,
But the ultimate one,
To joyfully embrace the beauty,
That lies right within,
Uninfluenced by conceit,
And your desire to rule and win.
Sing and dance,
To the rhythm of life,
Like future won’t exist,
And the past never existed.
And one truth, thou shall know,
You were created from the matter,
Created billions of years ago.
So, not for the first time, not for the last,
Would you bid goodbye,
So not you ask everyone,
To mourn and sob on the day you die !
Let your death , be a day to rejoice ,
So you could sink,
Into an oceanic consciousness,
That spreads across this universe.
Untangled,unaware, being grateful,
For the great gift bestowed upon,
You’d bid goodbye to the world,
Just as the person you were born!
– Nikesh Lilani