Know Thyself

( being a member of human species which is self-aware unlike other animals and has the capacity to think, i was bound to question some basic aspects of my existence in this mind boggling universe. and in order to make sense of things, i always relied upon the power of human intellect and logical reasoning rather than on mystic faith and blind belief. the purpose of my life, the nature of this universe, the concept of god, the good and the evil, who's to decide the codes of morality and what separates right from wrong, these questions have haunted me from as long as i can remember. but now, i am slowly getting my answers. i make no more demands from this place, i don't seek for coherence and rationality behind its ways. i take the world the way it is. i take full responsibility of my life and accept the absurd around me as it is.)

In your every beauty, there is malice. In malice, there is innocence and indifference.

In your infinity my creator, of what value is my existence?

Gazing at the starry skies, behind that angelic beauty,

Looms a despairing pointlessness which my heart alone sees.

Billion jewels scattered in space. Some bright, some dead.

Spinning and rotating is all their fate.

My abode is pretty .Here clouds gather, they roar and pour.

Waves retreat and again crash on the shore.

The emerald carpet, it breathes and blooms. Soon worn out, retires into gloom.

Life in its inception was branded with doom.

Primordial life, it crept and evolved.

Here I am, still riding the wave. Dazed and unaware of ‘where’ and 'why' of it all.

Is human existence mere instinctual? It observes, it questions.

The thing that beats in me, pines for a purpose.

What do we stand for? Let me hear.

Live till 70 or die tomorrow. A mere blink in your cosmic year.

But it was long before I realized, I was shooting in the dark.

Universe will always be silent to all our cries and calls.

Like Sisyphus, we all roll our own boulders up the hill.

All the while knowing, it will slide back down the moment we reach the peak.

Now I know what I tried to seize and hold was nothing but the sand that slipped out through my fingers before I could know.

The world is absurd and shall remain so.

Go; wrap it in pretty ribbon of mystic faith and sing in its praise with eloquence,

It’s only truth that I shall forever behold.

So now, with the fall of my delusion, where should I go?

Bemoan the loss and wander in negation? Lose hopes and burn in nihilism?

No!!!

I chose rugged truth over a cozy lie.This randomness, I won't curse nor defy.

I confront it and in its face, I’ll stand tall and smile.

I have reached the end of my trail.

I need no death or faith to free me. I am already liberated.

Nothing imprisons me. no god, no religion, no fear of hell, no lure of heaven.

And still my values stand. Not imposed but rather chosen.

Though in this randomness, everything is justified.
the good and the bad, thrive alongside in the same empty sky.

But our sufferings are real and life is sacred.

And in upholding its sanctity, I find the way of my life.