Questions Without Answers
Author: Anjali Thapa


There is shade,
But this overpowering heat
There is light,
That darkness has swallowed.
Strange !
The end of one,
Is the beginning of the other.
A disorder is there indeed.
Only a matter of percentage.
Happiness and grief
Are His departments.
Even smiles and cries.
Smile- once in awhile
Cries- the rest.
Percentage gives birth to pessimism.
Percentage again lights a diya of hope.
75% suspicion plus
25% faith
Gives heartache.
Again, 95% faith plus
Only 5% suspicion
Gives more heartaches…
Why? Why? Why?
Why is A=B, but
B may not be = A?
Whether you are an A+ or an F,
All are failures,
In these unpredictable curves of life
All lost in
These confusing maze of fate.
They eat chicken dumplings,
Slowly and with utmost delicacy.
Life chews them all,
With its bruising bonds,
And eccentric chains.
At last life itself is mercilessly devoured,
By mighty death himself,
At once and for always.
Mokshya at last.
Darkness, darkness, darkness,
Breathless, indifferent, liberating darkness
Silence, silence, silence,
Deafening, haunting, peaceful silence
Seems like your T.V. screen, switched off.


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