a poem by Sreenath

Life, a pleasant lie or a harsh reality
where exactness defies definitions
in a blend of sweetness and bitter,
where dreams, desires, expectations
gel with sadness, anxiety and loneliness,
where crests and troughs recur
like the roaring waves of a wild sea,
where all it takes is a small innocent smile
where even all the brutish strength is not enough,
a spark unknown, which is whiffed out by death
a spark so subtle, which passes
from one generation to the next,
it is so simple and yet there is more to it
we could go on forever till the end of our lives
trying to find the meaning of life!