LIFE IN A WAR

I see Life as a scramble.

Some pieces don’t fit in place.

Need to arrange them somehow;

To feel the completeness, it’s a try.

I know, it is incomplete, my life.

                                                           

Truth- seldom accepted by logic.

Again, life is beyond all logics.

Life is a war between logic and expectations.

My expectation and your expectation.

Your logic and my logic.

Sometimes, I try to plant them in your soul;

And then you plant yours on my wounds.

In between the truth always get crushed to bleed.

I am a pawn on my own chessboard,

Patterned in blacks and whites.

The black is my soul and the white, my face.

I am being played on my own board;

By invisible hands all around me.

Pity existence called "Life",

Where I don't co-exist with any;

But just accommodating so many.

I am trying to find happiness in a dew drop;

As it is the beginning.

Trying to smile on a bloom;

Yes, it is the present.

Looking for peace on a fallen petal;

Oh. Yes.. It’s the end.