Rhythm Of Life

Caged in a cageless cage

Life reckoning and beckoning

Eventful, uncomplicated and happening

Reining reins to my tunes.

Sand, stone, rain, and breeze

All so alive and anticipative

Spring, all sweet out there

At times chilly, sour and bitter too.

Living a cavalier life

Following unquestioningly the rhythm

That lay on the platter

Gifting the world to myself.

But, when, what and how

I slumped into the state of torpor

Obstinate to break open

And accept that I had missed a battle. 

A hollow self, living life absently

Aspiration, passion, and purpose missing

Life is nothing but a commitment

That holds no meaning anymore.