Dear life
Why is it that u have the most hopeful of voices?
So brisk and transient and yet u give us so many choices,
And so with human nature I stay alone
missing your company,
I feel envious of death who u speak of so highly,
Rudimentary as it maybe I still hang on to you,
Your friend seems to keep u busy, with so many things to do,
U begin at birth and still u gregariously accompany death,
How could u go on with such speculative depth?
Don't u find knowing your future even a little bit insipid?
Or is it your inspiration which embellish your defeat?
I must say I admire your skill as a linguist, u are outstanding,
U speak so much of wisdom, I just love listening,
all your languages collectively could be called understanding,
Oh! How u greet your own end with such ovation and declaration,
I never have been with such celebration of devastation,
Now I know u must leave me one day and I understand,
That my confidence in you will slowly disenchant,
Flames will get burnt, as will all myths inebriate,
Inept as I am, I believe- in annihilation we shall celebrate,
Disintegrate into wisps of shrouded instances collaborated,
To form a pseudo of inexorable clouds regretted,
But aside I must also ask you what u most fear?
Is it the loss of a moment where we shed a wasteful tear?
Or is your fear the most common? - being that, u have none?
That oblivion of emptiness will soon come undone?
Now I know u are shy, but u are too exuberant,
And your presence just doesn't seclude in your solitude [although u are prudent],
To define u in one word I would say u are promiscuous,
U are prone to propensity and thats why u confide in me- its so ominous,
U are philosophic to your friend death to whom u have so much trust,
Here is a petition from me
I want to know, when will u introduce us?
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