I don’t want to answer these questions.
I don’t want to tell no one my plans.
(am I really the ones making them?)
“What’s after this then?”
I don’t know.
Maybe a chance to, finally, live?
(who knows if this is real or if all’s just a dream?)
All the dreams that I build in my mind,
Oh what zeal I feel when I visualize,
Myself living it with souls I love..
loving the ones I love,
More than ever!
(oh! I just love to love)
“What’s after this then?”
Maybe a chance to, finally, love?
Yesterday we heard someone had an accident,
rewonderred the whole meaning of life.
Revisited the understanding of how fragile it is,
Said, “anyway,” with a sigh,
Ignored it all and shoved it to the side.
Got in line again to win a race that does not exist,
Moved a step away, yet concluded we moved an inch closer to bliss…
I don’t want to answer these questions.
These questions created by people who never wonder, why.
These questions that limit me from all directions,
These questions that mock me when I try.
These questions that strike through my emotions,
These parasites that live off of my life.
“What’s after this then?”
Maybe a chance to, finally, allow myself to be free?
Maybe a door that lets me see?
Maybe a leap into sky that caresses me?
Maybe a vision that makes me aware,
that I am already all I can be
I have no end
I have no beginning
I am all space and so, I breathe
It’s all an illusion, so what’s the rush?
There is no winning, there is nothing to lose,
In this simulation, reach the truce.
Life, this generous collection of experiences,
Is a struggle if I choose to suffer,
If I choose to relish it
it’s the most marvelous adventure!
~Kripa Sarkar