Reaching There

The doomsday has come and gone, I'm still alive and kicking! The world is still not out of danger though. The danger is not from a bunch of asteroids hurling towards us from the deep space. The core of this third rock from the sun is still hot enough and we don't need a Superman to "restart" the spin, not just yet. So all is well, at least on the first look. However the planet is dying and perhaps the mankind is already dead. So I wrote this poem today to express my somberness ( partially inspired by Fire and Ice by Robert Frost ). I peek from my window; I just see a cloud of dust. I take out my hands to feel the water, but all I get are some burns in return. I wish my ears can hear a bird's chirp, the sound of people is far too loud. I smelled a flower when I was young all my nose gets is a whiff of CO 2 now. Dear Bob said the world would end in fire; I say we are already dead in our desires. Then a thought races to my mind an...

Robert Frost said, "In three words I can sum up everything I've learned about life; it goes on". Perhaps he was referring to the cycles of birth-death-rebirth a human soul goes through. Or he was just referring to the journey a human being goes through in his or her life. In either case, the words don't become less significant. Life goes on, no matter whether we feel we are up for the 'now' or not; the wheel of life keeps turning.  Sometimes the wheel turns but ever so slight that the human eyes, although capable of perceiving scores of frames per second, are unable to even notice it. And, the life feels like a marsh where the aspirations are slowly sinking. Yet during these times the patience acts like a stick that keeps you afloat, without you ever noticing the divine intervention. In the world of contradictions here is another food for thought; life goes on yet it is ephemeral. I think you already knew that, but did you realize that? So life is not an en...