Sunday, February 2, 2014

Living and alive

All I see is old people around me
Walking with a hunched back
With a lonely walking stick.
Struggling with the very existence of life
Running here and here just to survive.
With shabby clothes, no teeth and shy
Losing hair and yet there I see a genuine smile.

But there very mystery intimidates me.
They seem to know more than me
They seem to know more about me, than I myself
Yet there I see a smile… a reassurance
That soon things will get better.

I too should be scared of old age.
But then can I just give up on life?
Can I just give up on the very
Basic human nature to fight?
Twisting ankles, hurting knees,
Grey hair or all the tease
The unstable walk or the watchful eye?

Baseless words, let the meaning aside
Lot of unhappiness but a million reasons
Just to maintain that very simple smile
Cheers to the very thought that I too may die
But then something better comes alive

Cheers to a lovely and a magical life.