Do You Ever Exist?

The silent screams

The shackled freedom

The ignored passion

Fairly counting on every happening

The soul has trodden paths.

Fulfilling every responsibility

To the best of its ability

Some smooth, some rough while some challenging

Silencing a billion voices

That up roared ‘Do you ever exist?’

The soul couldn’t fathom then,

That life had aims, goals, and deadlines

Which will all be soon lost and forgotten.

Each day starting with expectations

Ending with experiences

Self-doubt, inefficiency, and questions plaguing endlessly

The soul sulked, complained, regretted

But kept going

Looking forward to the paths

Alongside was the silent scream, ‘Do you ever exist?’

Yes, I do. Oh yes, I do.

The inner voice is now unheard

Because the soul has grown old

And lost its vision

There is now no definite path

But what about the habit

Of walking path after path

And the scream ’Do you ever exist?’

Cultivated over the years?

The soul continues to sail

Now, anchored

Looking forward to some hope of a path

And so, is the unheard scream, ‘Do you ever exist?’

The soul never knew what was it that never existed

But one thing for sure it knew, it did know

There was something more.

A path to live the rest of the life

With some purpose for self

A little peace

To attain everlasting serenity

Forever and ever in the pitch dark out there

There always were subtle hints

That beckoned the soul

The very existence of the void.

Void, the only reality

That never ceased to exist no matter what.

How futile!

How fragile!

How pointless the journey of life is!