Journey

Like a clock that invariably
chimes to the rhythm of time
a constant reminder of the
futile vagaries of this limited life
it leaves one bemused
and in awe to the peculiarities in sight
like marionettes, we are relentlessly dancing
to the inexorable cyclical nature of time.
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Awakening to the silence within
a gentle nudge from a faint, inner voice
beckoning and urging me to question my choices
in pursuit of mental equilibrium
toward an inward journey
asking me – “Who are you?” and “What is your purpose?”
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I wonder in astonishment
listening to the feeble voice
that compels me to search unceasingly
for a glimmer of light within the darkness
these thoughts and questions
deeply imbued with chaos
awaken me to the inherent duality of existence
revealing the elusive, fickle nature of the mind.
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This sojourn, arduous and steep
a gimmick embellished with illusions of luxuries
of soured relationships and estranged partners
toiling hard to please others
tarried beneath the canopy of mere survival
where happiness eludes and misery reigns
cocooned am I, striving to endure this travesty
for inexplicable is the march toward destiny.
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Realizing life’s impermanence
awaiting the dawn’s symbolic promise of permanence
accepting the untoward charade of experiences
without wailing or complaint, i surrender
assimilating and gathering moments, that fuel
a barrage of emotions
cherishing and transforming them into memories
for unpredictable and enduring is this life’s journey.
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A goal set in plain sight
pleasure and victory lie
in accomplishing the daunting ride
for no true glory is achieved
without life’s intricate process of learning
painting our stories on the canvas of the journey
for we never truly arrive, uncertain
we stumble and fall crisscrossing, navigating our paths
its never the destination, but the safar
that implores, moulds, and teaches
life’s innumerable lessons.

 
 
 
 
 
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