Sparks of Desire

To think of life as a journey is a fault
To think of the world as a stage, a dream
To think of man as God’s piece, is a sin
A sin impossible to redeem

The lives of the twenty first century,
Are submerged under bolts and nuts
They have shifted to concrete jungle
Who once lived in simple clay huts.

People tell me, we have “modernized”,
We have “developed” they say
Little do they realize
The huge price they have to pay.

Every morning brings with it
A peculiar sweaty haste
Numerous people running in all directions
Rendering their lives in waste.

Is this the reason that justifies
Our omnipresence on earth
To chase junks of metal
As soon as we take birth.

A chase for wealth, a chase for power
A chase for absolute satisfaction
To achieve the stage of ultimate happiness
Is the dream of each man who resorts to action.

This chase now constitutes
An essential part of our daily lives
To keep running till we trip and fall
Unable to keep up with this strife.

We were sent on this planet
To spread affection all around
With the seeds of humanity
Sprout blossoms from the ground.

But the reverse has taken place since then
As the tragedy goes on
The motive of our birth as humans
Has been to tatters torn.

As one man falls exhausted
The other begins his eternal chase
It will be long before he stops
And his values he can trace.