Alchemy of Existence

Traveling a path well traveled… rugged, dusty and graveled;

Embedded with scattered footprints of lost souls;

of humans, gods, demons and trolls.

Filled with stench of slaved weak minds, and agonized cry of charred flesh;

dragged bodies of socially ripped wounds and morally bloody gash…

My feet trembles and my body quivers,

at the thought of walking the same path…

scared I am to my soul and in my heart,

to withstand the fate of such a destiny’s wrath.

The trail blaze of this mobby parasite world;

engulfed in fear of unseen and unanswering god.

Bound by rituals of inhuman and unethical virtues,

burdened with curse of self conscience and regretful dues.

Struggling to breath in a world so melancholic;

strangled by the giant vortex of serpentine desires,

Volatile are the instincts of being human here;

where truth is put to the socially tort and demonic pyres.

Questioning my existence is a fair game now;

Do I break free or to anarchy of man-made Gods shall I bow.

Following an endless road of stinging desires,

Curling, churning, twisting and squeezing immoral binding tiers;

I crumble back to the dust with every struggling step I take,

My destiny is all that truth lies in… but here every truth itself is at stake.

My existence keeps asking me, is it all that I have, is that all I have got?

And I keep replying,  “No, I will keep fighting because …

this is the only battle I know, this the only battle that I have ever fought.”

Alchemy of Existence.