Drama of Nature

O dear Nature,
the mistress of universe,
your endless plays,
how easily we forget,
to live in the moment,
forgetting pricelessness of breath,
getting tangled up in past and future,
How humurous can it,
when a man howls and cries,
on inabilities of fixing the unfixable chaos of universe,
How wonderous can it be,
when a man who can build cities,
is forced to leave body on missing a breath,
Human walks like the king of the world when well and fine,
But nature has ways in every era to put the boss to grave,
A man goes through so many shades of life,
But world goes on like it has always gone,
with changing times, objects, instruments change,
changing world never changes,
whether we try to bring some change,
or do not try,
inherent nature of world remains same,
that's why it is mistress and not you :)
you are like one of million cells,
which can choose to be part of body for some time,
we close every door of possibility,
by presuming that we know everything,
like foolish attempts of river,
to become a sea by flooding itself,
but slowly grows in experience that,
the only way to become sea,
is to become a part of it,
to merge in it,
dissolve, melt,
there is no other way,

life alone is comfortable,life alone is torturous,
life alone is joyous, life alone is painful,
life alone is trusting, life alone is betrayal,
life alone is symmetry, life alone is chaos,
life alone is blossomming, life alone is gloomy,
life alone is stupid and foolish, life alone is harmonious,
life alone is bounding,life alone is freedom,
at max we attempt to nurture a better of it,
but life embraces in its lap of eternity,
everything,


I feel, every moment is gift,
a priceless moment,
as long as we live,
why not live in the moment,
keep our plans,
but never expect,
stop bossing around,
how wonderful can life be then :)

Arrow is pointing to earth which is tiny dot. . . .