The River

Time has no tab of worthwhile moments 

Limited cherishable flashbacks put together 

Hardly sum up to a decade…

Rest 3 decades slip through my fingers 

With no notice…

Indeed, life casts numerous conundrums 

Of meaningless tantrums:

Never makes sense now or even then.

Still, meaninglessness never wins!

The river keeps running at its own pace 

With random whirlpools and typhoons 

Again with no notice…

The whimsy trivial mind keeps believing —

The gear and brake are in its control;

The river mocks and free falls a thousand feet

To block the mind's stream of consciousness…

Many dreams and plans scattered 

In the wild run, whirl and fall…

It took 4 decades to decipher: 

The idea of 'I' might be the greatest swimmer,

Yet, the more it swims against the current 

The more it's bruised and stuck; 

Then, it learns to swim along the flow 

And free fall a thousand feet down,

Surrendering to the surreal stream of life!