Life is a List

Life that has become a list of hurried events and to-do-list is meaningless.

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Calendar of To-Do-List,
Tasks to be completed,
Interactions
Meaningless gestures,
Impatience reigns.
Life has become
An accumulation of
Hurried events.

Silent voices
In our brains,
Lost in the cacophony
Of meaningless sounds,
Talks fail to communicate.

We wait for the moment
To check every bullet
On the to-do-list,
Strike through every task,
Before we stop
To smell the roses,
Roses have withered.

If there is life after,
Somewhere beyond eternity
Where time has no meaning,
Dark voids of space,
Absolute vacuum,
Where sound is silent,
Hand in hand
We walk.
Life meaningful again,
Not a list of
Hurried events.

Author: pranabaxom

Poetry is my passion. I am not a methodical writer. I have no set topics to write about. What I feel, perceive, think about, I will like to share in this blog. I open my mind to the world. Like the weather, sometimes my poems are cloudy, sometimes stormy. I always like to see sunshine streaming through the leaves of trees, so I hope I can share some of those sunshine with my readers.

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