Elusive Life

This is how I am, my obsession with life

Arguments, fights, resentment, and complaints

My wants, my desires, my wishes

The cribbing, cravings, anger, and disappointment

Have all disappeared into thin air.

Days end up seeming pointless and aimless

Life, off-balance and clueless

Nothing to neither long for nor look forward to

There is neither happiness nor sorrow

Instead, dwells an unusual peace inside of me.

Was it all a dream and am I now awake

From deep slumber, I wonder

How can I be so untouched, unaware

Of my world turning upside down to this extent

It is hard to fathom what my future beholds.

  

The void, emptiness and lackluster

No more bothers or agitates me

No plans about future, no silent sulking 

This contrast to myself, unable to accept, unable to deny

Came so gently with all its glory, without the slightest hint.

They say, experiences and aging mellow one, does it?

Is this unusual feeling, temporary?

Or is it a transition phase? 

Or is this the ultimate truth?

Why is life so elusive?