Question

For what?

After all we go through, after all we endure, after all the planning we do and after all the sacrifices me make, at the end of the day we are confronted by one question and one question alone.

For what? For what did I do all this? For what reason? For what purpose?

Trying to find an answer to this myself, here I am, looking to share my thoughts.

For what?

Synonymous with life, uncertainty hovers.
Unknown, unanswered and unpredictable at its core.
Yet we never stop with our endeavours,
For what? Dear dweller, I am unsure.
Despite a destination, common to all,
We choose different paths and songs of life.
Dwelling, which is innate in our nature,
Makes us wander and wonder how to thrive.
Why do we do all that which is being done?
Answering it would solve my mystery.
No matter who we are, we are supposed to run,
Summary of our entire history.

Flawed is flawless

Another day, another week, another thought.

A very good day to all of you!

Before we start, I would like to urge all my readers to read the title once again.

Flawed is flawless

Interpret it, and post the same in the comments section below.

Everything that we do is earmarked with some kind of flaw, but is it so?

What if that itself is flawless?!?

This can go on for a while, so let us not go there. However, do keep this in mind.

Flawed is flawless

So I asked this strange fellow whose path crossed that of mine,

While we journeyed together, talking and sipping some wine.

A doctor by profession, who knew the world he lived in,

Fond of the phrase, “Flawed is divine”.

Tell me doctor, why is it so?

Smilingly said, because I know.

Look at anything you can cast your eyes upon,

It will be flawed as it is nature.

What we think as flawed is something else,

Flaw is the uniqueness of every creature.

Produced and designed by beings not living,

Can be similar to the very inch.

But that is not what flawless is about,

Flawless is the uniqueness every being should clinch.

Flawed is flawless, don’t you think?

Dice

Segmented thoughts are fluttering by,

Shadowing uncertainty over right and wrong,

Quite moment comes rarely these days.

Lyrics are mute yet loud is the song.

Dice, how do you do it?

Rolling, Tumbling, spinning side,

Not knowing what lies beyond,

Taking chances is how you decide.

Life, the six faced gambler, 

Has randomness as its guide. 



The best is not over… read till the end.Hello fellow reader from a place unknown, hope you found the words appropriate. So how have you been lately?

I am fine and smiling as I write from somewhere in the globe. It is funny, isn’t it? I talked about randomness in my Poem and here it is, a perfect example of the same. Some stranger whom I have never seen, met or even talked to is reading and understanding my words from an unknown place (talk about randomness there!)

Beautiful! Right?

Life is mundane at times, we feel low or bad or sad or sometimes even get mad. BUT (Yes this one required a higher volume)…But that is the thing, in order for life to be fun and exciting it also needs to add in the mundane flavour.

Get it?Well, I’ll let you to decide. Just one thing I would like to say before I step off. Try and see at all the randomness that is floating around you and in your life and if you do find any, which you will for sure, convey that feeling to this fellow whose words you just read, Out of randomness.