Friday, 23 June 2006

The dark side of life















We are manifestations of life
The book says
God created us in his own image
But sometimes I wonder
Life goes on
While we die
Species become extinct
And new species evolve

What if we are just pawns
In the great game of life
Falling in love
Reproducing
Raising children
With great care and
Unconditional love
Till they grow up
To repeat the same

What if life just uses us
To preserve itself
And propagate
It hardly matters
This species or that
Dinosaurs or humans
It’s just the same
Only forms change

Life evolves as fast as it can
Adapting to new situations
While we humans believe
We are something special
In the scheme of creation
Created in God’s own image
To exploit the nature’s bounty
While failing to see the light
We are just pawns
In life’s great game

The moment there is a change
We would be discarded
In the dustbin of extinction
As useless garbage
While life will move on
Evolving
Into a brand new species
And man created in God’s own image
Will join the dodos and dinosaurs

There is still time
Let’s understand the game of life
It has no favorites no foes
It’s a ruthless survivor
And will evolve into any form
To preserve and propagate
We are as good as a tin can
As life makes no difference
Between ants and man

16 Comments:

Blogger paris parfait said...

Thoughtful, provocative poem addressing eternal mysteries.

23/6/06 3:14 am  
Blogger Shabby Chic said...

very poignant words that evoke deep thoughts and visions, loved this! bravo!

23/6/06 3:37 am  
Blogger katy said...

billy did you a favor once, now it's your turn to do him one in return. support the campaign for Billy the Blogging Poet as Mayor of Poets101.com!

23/6/06 6:00 am  
Blogger deepsat said...

deep words!!

23/6/06 8:22 am  
Blogger Jennifer said...

interesting and thoughtful

23/6/06 9:32 am  
Blogger rachana said...

"we think we are the wisest of species,,which we are not!!"
i think God loves the other species more so he takes care of them itself but provived a lit extra brain to us,humans with which we create our own problems and try to solve them for whole of our life,, living in the illusion that we r wise...........

23/6/06 12:01 pm  
Blogger abhay k said...

@Tara-thank you so much Tara. these words just flowed into my mind when i read Children in the book Prophet..that these children are not yours but life's longing...

@Shabby chic- thank you so much for your deeper understanding of this poem...
@Katy - thank you katy for reminding me about the favor and I have returned the favor supporting him for the post of mayor.
@deepsat-
hi, welcome to I&U,
thank you so much for your deep words!
Hi Jennifer,
Welcome to I&U
thank you so much for your kind words!

23/6/06 12:25 pm  
Blogger abhay k said...

Hi Rachana,
very wise words! i am glad you understand the core of the problem...its really great to hear from you always!

23/6/06 12:27 pm  
Blogger ozymandiaz said...

To a fashion I believe this poem is correct. Here is the addendum; life is the conscience extension of entropy, quite literally the decay of the universe. All life forms, directly or by proxy (as part of an ecosystem) consume their environment.
Wondrful write...deep thoughts

23/6/06 4:59 pm  
Blogger ozymandiaz said...

p.s. I added you to my poetry blogroll, I hope that is OK. If not let me know...

23/6/06 5:01 pm  
Blogger abhay k said...

Thank you so much Ozymandiaz for your thoughtful and wise words. I completely agree with your words and its really great you linked me...
thanks!

23/6/06 5:46 pm  
Blogger Nisa_Rk said...

wow. never fail to amaze me.

24/6/06 8:52 am  
Blogger abhay k said...

Thank you so much Nisa for your understanding and never failing to get amazed by my words!
Best wishes!

24/6/06 2:12 pm  
Blogger Lindsay Lobe said...

Hi Abhay K
Very thoughtful poem. It reminds me of the need for a covenant with nature,to exist in partnership with her.
I like to think of the mystery of creation as a symhpony of creation, where our consciousness endures forever.

Symphony of Creation.

Form, of mystery, light spread out from sing-ul-ar-ity
A form, continues, with each breath, symbol of my life as yet
So, let me know no more, that I may know the splendor
Of the light filled, ONE agenda

Form of ONE, itself to know
Form of two, a desire of ONE
Form of memory, the ONE it knows
The ONE true Light of Love

Form, is it but our own reflection, illusions of our expectation
Hidden in the time of present, lonely in its own pure presence
Continued on, deep within us, calling forth, our own surrender
Of the light filled, ONE agenda.

Form of ONE, itself to know
Form of two, a desire of ONE
Form of memory, the ONE it knows
The ONE true Light of Love

Form of worm hole travel backwards, space time changes state
The conscious mind now existing, listens always, emotions birth
Thoughts will now last forever, guided by a spirits a light
To the light filled ONE agenda.

Form of ONE, itself to know
Form of two, a desire of ONE
Form of memory, the ONE it knows
The ONE true Light of Love

25/6/06 7:21 pm  
Blogger abhay k said...

Hi Lindsay,
Your thoughts are so deep and so beautifully expressed here. I deeply admire the breadth of your knowledge and the the way you choose to express them. Best wishes!

26/6/06 1:15 am  
Blogger laura said...

Beautiful! I've been out of the blog scene for a while and am so happy to come back to your poetry.

This one, like much of your poetry, took my breath away.

I had a conversation recently, interestingly enough, with a Methodist Minister who claimed he was coming to the conclusion that rather than being the highest life form, perhaps we are the lowest. It is an interesting consideration.

Would that really be so bad?

Arulba (experimenting with blogger, again)

28/6/06 10:46 am  

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