Strife

Satisfaction, a seamless strife,
A continuous discord with mind that ends no where,

Crusade Libra for "What we aspired - What we achieved",
Time in the past and future always a mystery,
A problem today morphs tomorrow,

With the present driving so fast, Past seemed like a dream,
Future for a moment appears very appealing full of hope,
another moment bundled with queries,

Every person met till this quarter of life,
Some as acquaintances though short-lived, stir an hope,
Few as friends for a life time, share the visions of their life,
A few as inspirations to pursue the same path,

In the rat race for mechanical endurance,
An incontestable question is money the culprit, or is the time?
Intuition never guides an amiss path,
For this life, always maneuvered by self consciousness,

The human kind pallid in this endless journey,
With no assurance of reincarnation,

for this life is an irreversible gift,

Only atonement being the dear morals and souls,
who ought to be hold till the end of this journey,
Lest not a unfaithful tear shed from a treasonous at the cease.