I wonder whether money buys them happiness,
or just that they owe a voracious soul.
In hunger of barren desires,
they are lost, lost in land full of distress..
Why do we run away from our existence ?
Just to allege our supremacy ?
Why don’t we realise that life is not just about the race,
because even if we win this race, we seek for another one..
We live in the mysterious society,
and always try to mold in its structure..
In this society where sun never shines neither moon glitters,
Still we fight to mark our existence..
Think of the place where there is solace,
a place where hypocrite creature does not exist,
this imagination is fairly mesmerizing piece of work;
a piece of work that buys happiness at no cost..
the pendulum of life keeps on swinging,
from happiness to depression,
from harmony to agitation,
from reality to fantasy,
form life to death...
I still wonder, and wonder what really exist ???
As compensation for the mixed weather of the day there's a bright rainbow in the late afternoon. So let us just try to establish new society free from greed, duplicity, and servitude.
Just select the path which is much more composed (real or unreal). Life is too beautiful and happiness is just like a treasure which needs to be discovered.
