LIFE

a poem by Moumita Das

Sitting in the world of grimness, I was groping for light,
as I had been confounded in the cosmos of blight,
Cogitating about the possible definition of life I asked myself:
“What are the rudiments of the ‘four-letter-word’ life?”

Capriciously recognising my Carte Blanch, I came to realise myriad assumptions:
Is LIFE a resurrection of mankind or an insurrection of the rabble?
Is it a bumpy ride to hell or a smooth threshold of heaven?
Is it a candid platform or a sleazy pavement of corruption?

WHAT IS LIFE?
Is it a sleek personality or a dim character?
Is it a slender dream or a nightmare?
Is it an unabating strife or an abating peace?
Is it an eulogy or an ignominy?
Is it a boon or a bane?

Was there anyone who could embark on fulfilling my queries?
While I was contemplating my inchoate ideas about LIFE, I encountered a ray of enlightenment;
Being subsumed in the recent flash of lightning I completely forgot the realistic reality:
LIFE IS INVINCIBLE,
The foundation of human existence is a void without the indispensable illusion, i.e. LIFE.