Knowing you are nothing is both comforting and unsettling,
Why the sleight of hand, so much magic, so much meddling?
Indulgences and eagerness, futile explorations and hobnobbing,
Trailing dissatisfaction, memories, and emotions throbbing.
Longings, notions of gain and loss, echoes of laughter and grief,
Anger and frustrations swirling in a maelstrom, brief.
Drowned in changes that mock and heckle, meaning and substance fade,
Bemoaning the inessential, transient, and unknown, decisions sway.
Not knowing how decisions are made, or where you'll tread,
In this labyrinth of existence, where uncertainty is spread.
At the fag end, the elusive end teases,
Plans flutter like leaves in the wind, fleeting.
What avail, what avail?
Amidst ingenuity, beauty, splendor, one can't help but wonder,
While hatred, animosity, cruelty loom monstrous and ponderous.
Dr SV Prabhath
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