In Living Life Poem by Tarun Kishore Kanungo

In Living Life
Life's been flowing eternally in multiple forms in all shapes and size since time immemorial changing rhythm befitting to time as well its mood or as may a particular season provoke or as it may suit to let its graph rise or fall as Nature may have intended or to let it thrive so long the ongoing spell lasts in the perishable body that hitting its peak heads to sliding down gradually deteriorating, growing stiff and inert. It may succumb to a sudden invisible blow never to rise again. its mortal coil laid down on the funeral pier ignited to rising into flame and smoke. 
Life is made to face Nature's blow when it bursts forth into its devastating spell disintegrating life en masse to merge back into the elements it derived its existence from but then out of it all that puzzles choking the senses and blinding the intellect: The mystery of mystery what is life?  Is it merely the elements culminate made to surface to follow a preordained schedule that mysteriously varies radically affecting life as a whole. For some, it may amount to tight rope walking through life and yet,  for some,  the path laid out with red carpet to merrily glide. Yet some bound to their karma face endless misery life longSet into a rhythm it is made to spell.  It may spin for some a cycle of never-ending woes and misery till breath lasts. Even though on the face of it, the whole gimmick may appear to be a farce devoid of head and tail...The question runs into intrigues complicating the approach to life. It smothers and burns even without fire and smoke,  making one feel more dead than alive.I fail to focus on the intermittent sparks in being tossed rampant between voids fail to dig deep into the matter to get to the source to unveiling that intrigues. I am aware, I may not be wise; I am still lost to gather who I am? Not the body for sure and neither the mind or heart. I am not even though I have persisted living in it through and through diving deep,  swimming and surfing along with the flow of life however unpredictable it may behave. dying to know me to truly feel alive.I forget the counting of the body perished since clock set it into life continuously baffled with its clueless mystery and life merging, re-emerging in an endless flow to facing the riddles that been beyond comprehension... I am beginning to feel aware of that be not. no matter how deep imagination may dive seeking the pearl divine to glorifying life yet,  what one keeps gathering from beginning till the end  in multiple shapes and sizes that attract to be of worth only to be  self-proven worthless in time when the glamour of it withers away in mind and the darkness persisting over vision gets soaked into the brilliance of Sunrise, in that light possessed get exposed of its worth, shattering dreams of the beholder that get pulverized further in being continuously hit by the chilled mountain-like waves that formidably rise and fall endlessly dash against it.  I have witnessed it dumbfounded life afterlife yet, haven't been able to rise out of persisting coma inflict to rediscover the rhythm of life feeling blissfully alive, witnessing it eliminating all doubt with live open eyes. Seers have sung the glory that sprung deep down from their heart pouring it out flawlessly enriching existential order happily absorbed In the outbursts of inexplicable bliss seeking neither this nor that but merged into being it just as the river unfailingly becomes the ocean in embracing it.   I have reached my shore but afraid to jump into the mighty ocean in being scared of chilled mountainous waves that even from a distance hit me hard with a mighty roar reaping me out that divide me into many scattered within.I live but lifeless, hardly better than the dead that many lives have failed to wake me up to igniting life to let its glow sparkle in my eyes... I realize at last in succeeding to set aside fear that in being, I am and not, in being not.It also dawned on me that it's not enough to be merely aware of it for what tosses one to be helpless are factors beyond one's ability to cope that slips right under one's nose just as an eel slips out of the grip when one tries to hold it tight. In being nothing, I realize, I stand to discover myself,  In being nobody I get to know one and all.In being poor I am richer than rich for I have no need to lock any door. It sets me prejudiced free to feel all are me as well as all mine. In having nothing I own all literally free of the burden of possession that sets me totally free to be I am.
Tarun