Dance With The Existence – A Poem

In between the past and the future tense,
This that lies, we call it existence.
As far as the meaning is concerned,
Either it is meaningless or doesn’t make much sense.
Have a cup of tea or a glass of wine,
That day would soon come when the poem won’t rhyme.
We would all then dissolve within this infinite nothingness,
The Divine place we all came through whence.
Less is the time and then it is all timelessness,
Beautifully absurd is this meaninglessness.
Let go of the sound of the bell that tolls for thee,
For the bell tolls even for those who cannot hear.
Do not be scared of that day that would come anyways,
Just play, sing, dance, and enjoy hence.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

w

Connecting to %s