Fine Lines

Have I suffered enough, sometimes I wonder,
Maybe not enough, and maybe too much,
Fine lines divide what's on top and what's under,
Like a fool who asks you about your spiritual journey,
Or another who thinks that might is right,
Like thorns of a fresh rose prickling into your fingers,
So beautiful and yet about the pain, only your skin knows,
Such is the wonder of nature and gods creations,
Of how fickle beauty and perception is,
Fine lines divide consciousness from one another,
Yet they believe that this is something else,
Or maybe it's something else because this believes it so,
A man who has faked death and pain,
Will never know when he is dead or if he is injured,
A constant buzz of nothingness consumes him,
Till the afterlife and maybe even beyond that,
To what lengths he used to go cannot be tread upon anymore,
Because he rebuked the very soul that taught him how to.

Life times infinity

Being born again is always an interesting thought,
Forces you to do good for what's beyond this life,
A ball and chain that have tied around you a knot,
Karma in the current world will surely decide,
What will happen when you leave this one behind,
So be good, be kind, do not kill any corrupt ministers,
Above all darkness and evil, try your best to rise,
Demonetisation hurts but killing would be sinister.

Being born again is always an interesting thought,
Some say they've experienced it before and they may be right,
If they can remember they're past who are we to say it's not,
All of us feel it sometimes but dismiss it as mere dreams of the night,
If one of us had to be born again, one should choose to be a Kite,
An Owl or an Eagle or even a Canary to entertain Sylvester,
Something with wings as all the suggestions involve flight,
Or pick anything else from the big book which is the animal register.

Being born again is alway an interesting thought,
Will we be conscious of the previous journey of life,
We had a while back and the joys it had brought?
The heartaches, the difficult decision we had to decide,
The bucket list that we were forced to leave behind,
The people we loved to be with, the ones we pestered,
even the ones to whom we made no difference dead or alive,
Just wondering if we'd be aware that's all or will it all be sequestered.

Hope we all are reborn, hope we are all able to fly,
Wish the whole world ends, just like a college semester,
Just to be born again so we can go on again to die,
The world is a cycle of energy, whether you are a Mrs. or a Mr.