Echoes of existance

 Echoes of existence: A meditation on Life 

The sun had not yet peeped over the horizon.

Was it undecided about starting another day? 

While the fluffy white ‘cotton balls’ 

Pretended they had a plan of their own!

They tangoed across the sky's vast blue,

Painting stories, in shapes old and new.

And whilst I sat sipping my ‘chai’

I did ponder and I did sigh.

To tell you the truth

I don’t even know why!

 From whence did I come?

 Who am I inside?

 Why am I here, in this limitless expanse?

 How should I tread this intricate dance?

Where am I going, on this winding road?

 What's the meaning of life, in this cosmic abode? 

Is this world ‘Purgatory’, & that too- man-made?  

 Or a stage set for souls, where destinies are laid?

Is there a heaven, beyond the azure sky?

 Where souls find solace, and loved ones lie? 

Or is it all but a dream, a fleeting sensation?

 A figment of our minds, in endless rotation?

What follows life's journey when the curtains are drawn? 

What becomes of the soul when the flesh is gone?

So many queries, like stars in the night, 

Seeking pointed answers, in the dim morning light.

Yet amidst the chaos, one truth gleams bright,

 In the tapestry of existence, amidst the flight,

 What truly matters, on that final bend, 

Is the love that we share, 

And the hearts that we mend.

For in the end,

When the journey is through,

It's not the wealth amassed, nor the accolades due, 

But the kindness shown, and the bonds we've sown, 

That echo through eternity, in a world unknown.

So, let us live, our lives.

With compassion, and grace,

Cherishing each moment, in this transient space, 

For in the end, as the mysteries unravel, 

Love is the answer to all that we travel.