My face,,

My face

My face- it reveals,

it shows affection, reflects love,

displays discontent and discord.

It is the mirror of my soul.

It contorts in moments of rage,

and melts in moments of emotion.

My face turns colour when I am embarrassed,

and so when jealousy overpowers admiration.

Exhilaration alters my countenance,

as spring has its toll on foliage.

It is the granary of my innermost feelings

the reservoir of my emotions.

My face speaks for me,

Vexation or compunction,

grief or bliss,

pride or humiliation,

spite or love.

It is a screen of dappled emotions

a pellucid reflection,

of Myself.

Life..

Life

Life. A journey. A voyage. An enigma.

An incomprehensible truth encompasses us.

Endless sorrows overshadow few blissful moments.

Existence culminates into a search for its meaning;

the meaning of life; the purpose of existence.

Dark winding corridors of realization lead to a door,

which beholds the truth-the meaning of life.

Meaning when realized seems abrupt,

Oft disillusioning more than simplifying

Existence seems to have been meaningless,

but now dawns a new truth:

Yesterday “was”,

Today “is”,

and Tomorrow will be..

Life begins afresh with a new hope,

a goal, a motivation.

The voyage attains destination,

something to look forward to.

A new day dawns,

Mere existence ceases, life begins.