Living With Utter Confusion

Living with utter Confusion Living with death, Life is a wavy grass and shaky, With time everything changes, Every second new becomes old, The lawn of life is tiny and pouting, It is the window of the room of death, Life happens in between death, Death is solid life is liquid, Walking is like struggling between The worlds mundane and divine, Standing on one shore looking for other, Life is a painful struggle to fly a severed kite, Life is a dream and it has no end, The dream breaks within sleep and sleep becomes deathless delight, With the knowledge of death the seed of life sprouts, Within the fabric of life remains as it's soul, Life and death are pointless points, One melts into the other like void embraces void, Like a bird we live holding two paths in utter confusion hanging in-between. *******