The 6 of us

Life comes and go,
all started with acquaintances,
followed to classmates,
and now friends.

Weird, it's like a high school reunion,
we all grow up, we all changed,
but eventually, we all sticked,
owed all to our shared past.

It's the background and past,
that brings us all together.
Despite all

This post was made a month ago and never got completed,
been pondering,
then procrastinated,
finally, displacing;
even when it's incomplete.

Unusual, but things have changed drastically in life,
we all ride towards the light,
or in search of purpose,
and expedition of self-realisation.
Under it all, to find something, higher of value then life.

Where do one stand amongst all the rest?
When does one know, that a purpose if found?
Why the purpose?
Which is the path of enlightenment?
Whom to one seek?

Life is full of questions,
in reality, one realises,
there are no answers,
to questions.

CYCLE.

The cake is a lie

It's been so long,
the memoirs of a young boy,
to his teenagelife into adulthood.
All not the least unrecorded,
in civilise time.
The demonstrative, sentimenting, frivolous , bold,
clandestine, agonising, deceptive, ferocity etc.
of one.

Voluptous emancipated in oneself,
as thy strive upon a seeker.
Whether or not a seeker or annoyed,
is pragmatic.

I endulge in nostalgy of oneself.
But the reality of aging,
does indeed modify ones mind.

Studying? Perhaps a delusion,
peace and happiness?
Another form of avertness.
To whom to judge?