The Chills Of Life's Thrills Poem by Suraj Samtani

Like a newborn getting his first breath of life.
Like a child getting his first touch of love.

Like an adolescent leaving home.
Like a student graduating from college.

Like a worker getting his first salary.
Like an artist creating her first masterpiece.

Like a lover connecting with his soul mate.
Like a parent conceiving her own child.


The thrill of newness knows no bounds,
The thrill of happiness feels like heaven on our grounds.

A silent wish is made for the happiness to last forever, or
At least from January through to December.


Sadly, reality kicks in.
Realistically, life flicks on.


After his very first breath,
The toddler coughs and cries.

After excitedly leaving his nest,
The child is cracked by a crowd of facades.

The worker repeatedly toils hard for that same salary, &
The parent shames the impotence of his own child.


Friends become more estranged than strangers, &
Foreigners seem more familiar than family.

The dance with destiny has loses its tune, &
Faith itself becomes devoid of any fate.

Now relying on an addiction of pills to drag up the hills,
I wonder if those fleeting moments of thrills was worth such a lifetime of chills.