Senseless scribbles

What Is Life?

The stories we carry to our grave
remains unearthed, unspoken
lost in the labyrinth of time.
one doesn't know if it ever existed
to even find.
so many humans making their
journey towards death
with a mixture of emotions
and memories in the meanwhile.
every living being turns into a story
after one's death
A matter of blood and veins
tangled on a soul
turns into words and rumors.
The birth was all a matter of
clueless entity.
The journey of life is lost in finding
the meaning of birth and
mystery of death
And you ask me to live
without telling me what life is?

-Lohithaksha