Phasing out

The year's new
Options are few
Aging every day
Got nothing to say
Dreaming till death
Having lost faith
Life of bout
Off 'n phasing out

2 comments:

Rajiv said...

The year's new
Maintain a broad view
There are very few
Who know whats gonna happen to you
Don't start counting days
The knowing say, where there's will, there are ways
Let the dead past bury its dead
Keep faith, a peaceful mind, and hit the bed!

Cheers,
Rajiv

Advaitavedanti said...

Thanks bro, for a wonderful reply. I know where you're coming from and I assume that you know the phase I'm going through, though I don't have worldly worries. You may even have expected what I'll say, but here it is anyway (well, that rhymed too! ;)) This reply poem is more of fun since your comment deserves at least a rhyming reply... cheers! :)

I've checked options more than one
And I feel I've left out none
There ain't a broader view
From any perspective

I doubt there's anyone
Who feels that life is all fun
If they think their's isn't fine
How'd they know anything about mine?

Age doesn't stop when I stop counting
Pressure in spiritual life too keeps mounting
What use then are the worldly ways
We all know to be full of haze?

Who cares of the past, but the future worries me
From a spiritual view, what I mean, you'll surely see :)
Lost faith guarantees no sleep
Even on a cozy bed, wouldn't the spirit weep?

Nonetheless, the poem was just a passing phase just like any other. I feel, I blog, I forget :) Thanks for being around, bro.