Naught, is what we know.
Nada, is what we truly are.
Here we are;
Forging our strings,
Having them attached
To anything that’ll make us cherish
Our hollow existence.
And when the other end rots
And falls at our feet,
We lament and grieve
Until it becomes bygone.
It sure is a dark maze, this Life.
Uncertainty overshadows it
Like a vile phantom;
A mist, so fatal.
No one can see anything clearly;
Hence, the guessing game of ‘Belief’ initiates;
So venomous, yet so satisfying.
Gets engulfed in the darkness,
Just in search of illumination.
Therein, lies the secret of life;
Just a pinch of hope
And a ray of light;
The elixir of ‘Will to survive’
Prepared by the Alchemists long gone.
– JAISMINE K.