The Meaning of Life

What is the point in burning oneself

To make a few wisps of smoke,

When the swirling gusts of smiling time

Will scatter them with a careless stroke?

 

Desperately, some meaning in life

It’s our vanity that makes us see;

Life is too busy in living itself,

To indulge your little fantasy.

 

Not that I know not that life

Is no more than what I can see,

Yet the mind keeps fooling itself,

That this cannot be all that can be.

 

No deeper meaning awaits your quest,

The rainbow ends in a place empty,

The leaden pain of a gnawing heart

Is all that your reward will ever be

I have always been a great believer. I've flitted from one belief to another, from religion to atheism and from one philosophy to another, until I finally settled on J. Krishnamurti whose philosophy is that there is no philosophy. So now I firmly believe that there is nothing to believe. Now such a belief would, I believe, have been considered dangerous to society if the authorities had believed me to be of any consequence. No man of consequence they believe would waste his time on the pursuit of blogging!

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9 comments on “The Meaning of Life
  1. Jheel says:

    Beautifully said. Life and the story it partakes within each of us….

  2. mateer says:

    Life live now now, think about meanings later. nice post😉

  3. You have composed it beautifully doc, but I have a sneaky feeling that life has more to it. There’s some magic out there..and one day, some day..it will make sense. Hope keeps the child is us alive. Let’s not disappoint that child, not yet! Your poem, however, made me think a lot. Still thinking!🙂

  4. Ajay Thakwani says:

    Sir very nice

  5. I beg to disagree.
    If you don’t wonder what it is to be, you will never know that it doesn’t mean anything. Call it the most fortunate passing, or the most unfortunate one, but knowing what you’re doing and why, is the biggest pain to achieve, and the biggest joy to live by.

    Cheers,
    Blasphemous Aesthete

  6. zej96 says:

    Reblogged this on A Diary And The Letters Of A Teenage Soul and commented:
    I love this! Poetry being uttered from the tender lips of a doctor!😉

  7. zej96 says:

    I like your poetry!🙂

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