Life in a nutshell (life... what is life? Is breathing enough to be called alive? Not according to me..Read on to find out what really is life.)

Life in a nutshell

Life is like a dice.
I could have called it a graph of sin x or cos x
to show its highs and lows
but, it is not only flip flopping,
it is irregular,
it is moody,
it is unpredictable.
There may be a six after one or a two after a two.
There may be two, three, four or three, five, six.
It is like a dice.

Life's meandering around discontinuities,
not sliding down slopes.
Life is like a Rubik’s cube.
Its colours are entangled in the girth of each other,
not segregated like that in a rainbow,
they all come together.

Life is not walking,
It is walking fast enough so that every particle resting besides,
vibrates to the tunes of your movement.
Life is not dancing,
but adding lyrics to the tunes you choose to dance on.

Life is ticking of a clock,
moving constantly.

Life is with you,
when you hold me,
right when I am going to fall,
off the cliff.

Life is gambling.
Putting everything at stake
and still not being sure of the returns,
and still trying and keep on trying.

Life is like sipping tea.
We both sit together,
for the same time.
Yet the tea closer to me,
effuses love and yours ignorance.

Life is like space.
There is a new possibility,
waiting to be discovered in every direction.
Every direction is a new dimension.
Hope is found when it is not even expected,
Love occurs when it is least thought of.

Life is an ocean.
The only ocean in which,
one lives only after drowning.
Life is life.
There is simply no other word for it.
Live it before it outlives you.

Placards Of Nostalgia

Callously fiddling with your thoughts,

I find placards connecting old nostalgic dots.

Passing by, those posters of morose.
I see, sans you life was so gross.
As i walk by that puddle of mud,
Suddenly,I fall down with a great thud.
Stuck i get, into that well of gloom,
into that fissure meeting my doom.
Feeble memory drowns me in the well of grief.

You come, like a ray of hope, to my relief.

In that chaos of gloom and distraught ,
I bring you closer and hold you taut.
You hold my hand with greatest tenacity.
Pulling me out, with the highest audacity.
I am nothing but a rejected placard.
You connect my dots and i cease to retard.
bestowing undying energy to my dying soul.

Off the cage of past, extending my parole.

Now free, I just stand here.
At times, I still myself there.

deep down, but that's a reflection.
not me, I pardon - correction.
It was a video, rewinding in my head.
All the placards connected in a long thread.

I shuffle my cards, to see you back.
But then, life is not a card stack.
I lost your card, in that puddle of delusions.

While I was searching for my own solutions.

You flew away, with the hasty air of time.

Why dint you come back, to ring my chime.

I still fiddle with your only thoughts
Only, now the thread has lot of knots.