Makhtub, living life as it comes

Lost, in spaces smaller than an atom, A social being is the lost soul, Lying dormant and single than most carnal animals, Purpose and definition defined are they not, Until one applies their own heart to it, Living, breathing and dying, Are but monotonous until a goal is set, For living is not living, Unless lives loved for others is a goal unto oneself

Humane, they say, Be human they say They say being human is what matters, But what happens is just the same A hope always crashed A prayer never answered An aspiration never fulfilled For man dreams always, Needing things more than one What is needed is not what is wanted What is wanted is never needed Man fulfills living when he does realize Life is loved and loved on needs and not on wants

Sitting, does the Mind never do A physical sense disowned Wander in the depths of hell The meta physical journey begin Devils, monsters and demons sound and seem as toys For what is done is done and never complete, The Mind plays tricks worse than Lucifer The One is but always conceived as many Images flash and brighten the senses worn out, Tricks are awake as long as you are, Horrors are on playback that never fade away, Clutching onto thoughts past dead For all might seem mindless and worn out Ravaged and torn are the paths around. Wailing and crying and testing all apart The Soul is just to realise, mindless ramblings are just A trick Peace is found within when asked for not given when craved for.. Peace..

A sun rising, far above the head, Swelling the thoughts of living, Loving, livening up the scene with more than one question, A carnival it is, of sights, sounds, colours and wandering souls, Souls in spaces bound within them, for the carnival never ends, Laughter and tears pierce the games played For every soul is tested in all ways but one, Pained cries tears through the air, Musical tunes healing the pained, Little is but realised, souls are on a sling shot Pulled  farthest are they in pain, to fly  ahead.. Free and spirited

Sitting content, friends having ur back, Life pushed on with angels and demons Meta physical games played around and within It begins, a game above, repeated below Enveloping, Emcompassing and imposing are its tentacles, Uncertainity clouding the logic, To be or not to be is no longer a question, Peace of Mind is all that is asked, Levels are the strata of the physical and meta physical, Continues the games, gnawing away at the heart,  Strength lies dormant within, to see another sun rise For games played in levels are just plays, This too shall pass for another sun to rise..