AN ODE
Purpose
Towards finding the life path
Life is like an entropy
Lying in an ocean pool of mysteries.
With its philosophies, research, and theories
Some known, few beyond unknown
Some sums as crazy realizations
Some beyond human interpretations.
Purpose —
How does it make life its companion?
Or more succinctly, articulating life of sense.
The chariot of Life
Have wheels of survival ingrained in us
Be the life’s cart pedal with its dynamics
The only patron whose voice stands tall
Snowballs a realization
Name it — A Purpose — of Life’s Creations.
The in-depth expanse of nature
The studies of cosmic, universe, and stars
The survival rate of all the beings
Be the abode rest in Earth or Mars
Or any other planetary wings
The mechanism of the functionality
Has colossal links to survival
Convey it as — A Purpose — of success and trials.
To an admittance to Purpose
It has virtues channeled to evolution
Both in terms of human growth
Linked to a virtuous cycle of survival
But the question ties a knot where;
To why is “Purpose” so important realization?
Now, let’s peddle to a few detailing
To what is called Purpose
And why is its story insightfully craving?
To — The Life
Which constantly mongers between hustles
Be the struggle is within you or with yourself
Or the scuffle constantly mocked by the external sources.
Be it when Life feels like a trap
Like a turmoil;
Uncoiling to prove itself deliberately
To strive for the best
Even if life sometimes feels unfair
Or when sorrows beat on the slowdown
In an attempt to ease out the feeling of despair.
Be it when Life drizzles
And silently vaporizes
Be it when Life reflects as graphics of pulse
Struggling for gasps
Be it the emotions or feelings within,
Pulsating through life aimlessly
Ramping up like a wavelength
Progressing from zero to nowhere.
To the myriads of seeds laid by Life
Have questions riddled out
And suspiciously undefined
At a junction concocting unguided emotions
Numbs the purpose of individuality
Hidden from reality and undefined.
Life shares mutuality of dependence.
Individuality; identifies who you are as a person
Purpose — is what lanterns your Life’s existence.
The purpose of life remains hidden
It needs to be explored to direct its mission
The child-like life;
Bowls us with questions at constants
Until the story of an Individual
Has a — Purpose — to address.
The walk of Life has to be treasured alone
For its individual’s life purpose
And everyone bounds to find their own
None, if few remain by your side
The mind has no worries
If Purpose remains your child.
True that,
Purpose — It’s the Life one imagines to live by.
Let life be like a rainy desert
And Purpose like feet walking on sands
To pave towards the journey of survival
No matter whosoever;
Rests or stays or walk away
When Purpose has found your way
It’s like a romance flowered in life’s decade.
Pedal along
And move the caravan
Of Affection — Life — and Purpose
Establish an empathetic connection
That hums the beats of joyous living.
With the bright colors of the rainbow
With crimson crayons of purpose
Sketching optimism to Individuality; and
Shedding the old, Walking the New.
Purpose I Am
What’s yours
Still, missing? Or —
Yet, has to find its meaning.
