it is spontaneous, somehow elusive...it's life that begets illusion.
and death survives, becomes triumphant over life....
but LIFE goes on with its myriad prismatic slides-where the light illumines or blinds our eyes....
with flickering hope, amidst the debris of separation, sadness and melancholy, who can say within a bit of pulse,
whether we'll be able to see tomorrow or next birth.
that's the enigma of life-its essence, its goodness -----IT'S MYSTERIOUS!
and death survives, becomes triumphant over life....
but LIFE goes on with its myriad prismatic slides-where the light illumines or blinds our eyes....
with flickering hope, amidst the debris of separation, sadness and melancholy, who can say within a bit of pulse,
whether we'll be able to see tomorrow or next birth.
that's the enigma of life-its essence, its goodness -----IT'S MYSTERIOUS!
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