Discovery in the Rain

As I sat there, in the evening drizzle,

Looking down at the forming puddle,

Tens of bright faces all around me,

Not one could help solve this puzzle!

How it all had started, how it went on,

Why I had to enter, why I should go on,

What would be when my role is done,

When would I know when to be gone?

Camouflaged remain the forces, true,

And their intentions remain unknown, 

Mesmerized, the majority runs about,

Assuming lordship of their grave!

A little more thought would set them 

Straight, the buried don't own the pit.

Bring what I may to the table today,

Upon my exit, home, I'll be on my way!

And then it started pouring down,

The faces shadowed by umbrellas.

It was then, a voice caught my ear

Your home, it said, must be near!

It all came out of nowhere, is not,

And will go not anywhere,

For, I am not that which is,

But I am that which is not!

-- Pradeep K (Prady)

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It Is What It Is

It is what it is, and it couldn't be better!

Or could it? But if it were, it wouldn't be.

For, it wouldn't remain if it could!

Life's every truth, if rooted in myth,

Mystifies! Or so it tries, and with

So many cons dealing emotions,

Succumbs!

It is what it is, and none of it matters!

Or, does it? If it did, it shouldn't be.

For, it wouldn't be the same then!

Like everything else comes desire,

From the silent, dark, potent chasm,

And when it matures into ambition,

Tips the scales!

It is what it is, an unending race!

Or is it not? If not, it shouldn't be.

For, then would be total stillness!

The various imbalances are of the

Creatures, by the creatures alone,

And will take the creatures down

To their bitter end!

It may not seem so, but it shall pass,

For, it is what it is, and no other.

It is what it is, and that makes it all right!

-- Pradeep K (Prady)

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