Masquerading Life

Like a flame in darkness you shine,

Like breeze in solitary you are a companion of mine.

Like a hand of blessing you comfort,

Like a mother’s unseen love you are covert.

Sometimes a baby’s innocent laughter, 

And sometimes a bride’s amorous falter,

Sometimes a stranger’s unexpected sweet smile,

And sometimes a brazen hand fighting against vile.

With thousand faces you startle me each day, 

Providing myriad reasons you compel me to say

That none can defeat your sovereign beauty, 

Oh life, I admit, you are really pretty…

My Granny, hearing me say this, held my hand and said it to me

Oh dear, life is a big ball of illusion, standing here its only one side that you see.

Come let’s dwindle the diameter and discover what the other side holds.

Come today let’s unveil what life has behind its mysterious folds.

See there an orphan cry and a disabled questioning his existence why.

See the devastated youth weeping with the rubble of his desire,

See the exanimate widow standing still while her love meets the fire.

Even the prettiest flower withers and the sweetest sound alters.

The bests of times pass off slowly, thus this masquerading beauty does not make life lovely.

Yes it’s beautiful because though hurting at times it can soothe all with morsel of love,

Though destroying your raison d'etre, it gifts you with other opportunities to rove.

Snatching your strength it will teach you to trudge fore,

Shaking your robust faith it will teach you to trust once more.

With the sequential silence hurricanes and rains,

Its changing attires would teach you withstand pains.

Like the moon though scarred holds the greatest potentials of beauty.

Life strengthens you with its dark dunes and proves it is really pretty.