Tragical Phases....

Tragical phases...

Be it objects of pleasure

Which are difficult to measure 

Be it the emotional phases of Love

Be it simply a perception 

A figment of one's imagination

Lost and found have to do validation

In the art of life

Where each one strives

Realization get projected late

Might be our Life'predicaments and fate

We do lose ourselves in unconditional relationship

And then find our moments tainted and 

painted with conditional attachment

We do lose ourselves in footsteps that leave no trace

And then discover our inner self as a loser in the rat race

We sometimes lose our being in a bond

And surprisingly reflect upon in a love that makes our heart deeply fond

We think of the permanency of life

But still, find ourselves dealing with the inevitability of death

Old memories start getting deleted 

And fresh moments start their due entries

Losing desirous dreams 

And finding incomprehensible screams

Emanating from the depth of our heart

Has the sprinkles of tragical phases

We are lost and found by the chapters of the Almighty's Book

Which is inaccessible and abstract in outlook