With almost utopian patience I

Listened to everyone I
Listened to it all
Everybody said something
Different people different eyes
Different ways different perspectives
Changing hearts changing selves
Kept feeling kept saying kept walking
Into the oblivion , nobody I should say
Nobody can escape the oblivion
Everybody understood a little
But mostly the same narrative
Of the same part reiterating
You see , that life's problems
Do not come with the reliability
Of a narrator that we often see
In fictional stories, this is real
However only as much as we know
It to be real for Rumi said something
Entirely different to the popular belief
That this place is a dream
Only a sleeper calls it real
Death comes like a dawn
And you wake up laughing
At what you thought was grief
Do I believe the thought?
I would have loved to think
About it but to think about
Death is pointless because
It is inevitable and that’s where
Lies both the significance
And utter insignificance of us
The human beings who think
Of ourselves as a part of something
Which we indeed are but
We cannot fathom how big
This is and how minuscule we are
Even with the great imagination
That we have been endowed with
Everything is just nothing
In the bigger scheme of things
So how do we attain purpose
If everything else is pointless
That’s why we created God
And then gave him the powers
That actually belonged to us
It is so scary and funny to even think
Had we continued that course
I would not have been writing this
That’s how we gained
Significance . You see we ,
All we need is context to go on living
And that is what religion is
An idealistic frame of reference that
That can be looked up to
And mind you that religion
Is bigger than god
Even though he or she
Might have outlined the principles
See how that works right
Man created God
God created religion , now
Religion is bigger than God
And god is bigger than man
He has all the answers to everything
It could have been us
But then would we even exist
If we had all the answers
What would we be chasing then
If we already knew what we
Would be attaining
There would be a destiny but
No motivation for the process
What drives us is the unknown
There would be a purpose
But there wouldn’t be a journey
There would only be certainty
We tend to relax in certainity
What's the word for relax
Complacent is the one
The purposes or the sole purpose
Of living and why ? That most often
Comes during an existential crisis
I bet we have all experienced that
Coming out of nowhere
Leaving us clueless like
A baseball fan at a cricket game
They have no idea what’s going on
All the delicious taste in the tongue
Suddenly turns bland and bitter
And sometimes pushes people
Into a dark place not to say
That we aren’t already in one
But just darker and offensive
I have been there and back
Now I take stroll sometimes
Going back and forth between
Light and dark and light
Like I guess everybody else
But I think of my problems
As unique and unprecedented
Again, like everybody else
God ! There is no winning here
Is there ? Then again life
Is not much about winning and losing
Is it ? What is it about then ?
See the existential crisis I
Was talking about earlier
This although was just
A mild epiphany , it shall pass
And that’s how humans have moved
On the path of evolution
I guess just saying to themselves
These four words that oozes
Utter optimism, this too shall pass
Coming back to the dark place
I was talking about
where there’s no hope
Its like a ghost town
But with no real ghosts
Because they don’t exist
Just harmless white spirits
Of the past future and present
There’s nobody else but you alone
Nobody that can hurt you
But you yourself . You see
Where I am going with this
We humans should be scared
Of nobody else but our own selves
Our imagination has taken
Us far faraway to heights
Even beyond the imagination itself
But what it can do also
Is bury us under the ground
So deep that from where
There is no coming back
Unless we are willing
To go through the greatest suffering
Of our lives that will be with
The highest hope there is
But hope can be a dangerous thing
It is such a delicate balance
Infact everything in the universe
Stands on so delicately
On the zenith of a needle
Even the most deranged disordered
And depraved of things
have to be balanced
Slightest swerve can lead
To a grotesque disaster
There might be contradiction
In the aforementioned sentences
But I will not apologise for them
Because my life is a contradiction
Just like everyone else’s
Go search for perfection in paradise
Which again doesn’t exist
However does but only metaphorically
Then I also wonder if what we are
Now and what this is
This that is going on
And this that has gone
Are all just metaphors like
Rumi said this is not real
Only a sleeper calls it real
Are we just a dream
And is that dream even real
Most importantly whose dream it is
God ? But haven’t we created God
Again there is no answer to anything
No plausible one atleast .