Nothingness

Why can’t you see that I am billions of years old?
Or may be eternal…Why can’t you see that clear behind my eyes?I want to deceive you, the real me, hidden behind the sheath,
The network, woven so complex over this infinite number of years,
The dark depth of the deepest ocean, the dark depth of billions of light years,
In the complete silence, in the complete nowhere, the complexity grows,
Untouched, unfathomed, unhindered, the intricate formula,
Slowly and slowly, bit by bit, you can’t even feel that,
Ah…do not be so stupid; things do not change so fast,
The twenty first century speed is nothing but illusion; we progress into nothingness,
Can’t you see you do not matter, we all matter nothing in this timeless universe.
Where is time? Can you feel that? You can run behind, from now to eternity,
Inside the deep space, inside nothingness,
See, you can’t find yourself anywhere,
Because you do not matter at all, none of us matter.
From big bang or no big bang, from nowhere, from time eternal,
I am living in everything,
There’s nothing called me, it’s all part of a big design,
A design by itself, set off by nothing, in no time,
Something which is perpetual, something which will never end…
You can never assign a meaning to it…what does it all mean?
There no meaning, there could never be any meaning, because it will never end.
Deep inside infinity, deep inside the deepest space, where it all disappear,
Our time, our attempt to catch and live a lifetime is nothing, not even a bit,
Because you never really know whether you exist at all,
The flesh and the blood, the mind and the matter, it all means nothing,
Nothing at all…
The complexity or the simplicity is so humongous, immeasurable, grows into eternity.
In the silence of nothingness,
I grow into billions of years or grow into an infinite zero…
See how I deceive you every time and all time.
I have done and you have done it too,
Where are we? When are we? What are we?
Infinite silence, nothing but eternity, lost into nothingness.

A fine life

It’s a fine life
Fine crockery, mellowed wine,
Exotic cuisine, not traditional,
Taste extra-ordinary, dimly lit dinning,
Measured talks, classy décor,
Designer clothes, costume jewellery,
Dinning etiquettes, the right bowls, the right spoons,
Clicking sound of the forks and the knives,
Life’s straight out of a dream,
Dinners over, it’s time to head home;
Cars high tech, leather upholstery,
Automatic transmission, 2-DIN systems,
Goes smooth, no bumps, fine driving.
It’s sophistication. It’s the standard.

Can’t lose; just can’t lose to get there,
To arrive, to announce,
That I belong to you, up to the standard.

Afraid to lose, has to carry on,
Doing non-sense stuff, living a life with mask,
14 long hours, stress and tension,
Accountability, hypocrisy,
Life like a prostitute, all for money,
All done for that, a fine life.
It’s the standard.

Has to be done, easy credit,
Home loans, car loans,
Personal loans, loans all types,
Personal finance, it’s a mayhem.
But all for that, a fine life.
It’s the standard.

There’s no escape, caught in a warp,
It’s in a loop,
Loans to pay, finance to manage,
Back to work, back to life,
That life, a fine life,
Must reach the standard.
It’s sophistication. Has to be done.

How did I ever got into this,
This roundabout, this cycle of fine life,
These classy things, etiquettes and measured talks,
A fine house, a fine car, a fine wife,
And all that stuff.
How did I ever got into this?