Life. A bird’s eye view

The higher you want to climb
The more you miss whats behind
The man in the elevated position
With misty eyes looks upon the city
And the envious city stares back
Turning its back in mad fury
Only to let time play its cruel trick
And make it yearn for all it would leave behind.


A cycle is it all that it is
A mere extended version of what we studied
About the restless atoms and their bouncing back and forth
A quest for meaningless existence
Pleasure to be derived from the motion
And reason there be none at all.


O life and its miserable ways
To squeeze the life out of him
That departs on an honest search
Only to bedeck the misguided sails
With luxuriant fulfilling mirages