Life moves on like a river,
With sharp bows of a quiver,
I wonder in amazement at the lows and
The highs of the waves, pearls settled at the
nadir of the waves, yet, our feelings are bottled up
In the depth of our hearts, the brigade of challenges
March towards us indulging us in useless tirade
O Life ! you resemble of a game of charades...

To live is an amazement, to believe is an advancement
Of how we have transformed into a being
Of convenience, of words that wince us in pain
The dance of rain that keeps us sane
Alas ! the bane of all our pleasures and desires
Is that stupid game moving in our own parades
O Life ! you resemble of a game of charades...

To know is to believe, time passes shallowly
Like memories in a pensive
Yet we believe at the words unsaid,
At the feelings unheard, moving along our lives
With thoughts so degrade
O Life ! you resemble of a game of charades...

We move around like the wind in our teens
We do whisper to ourselves like we are the queens
We solve math problems and calculate the absolute means
Yet in our feelings, we go to the extreme means
To satisfy, to pleasure in strange scenes and
The barrage of emotions keeps us going
O Life ! you resemble of a game of charades...

When I move and look around,
I hear the sound of the hummingbird,
Making my heart miss a beat and
I treat myself to that singing bird that
Tempts me to be near my desires and feelings
The music mingles with my soul
Creating a myriad of emotions
O Life ! you resemble of a game of charades...

Life moves on for eternity, a strange serenity grips me
To the paths not taken, moments that won't last
And the trips not taken and the bonds not woven
The stripes continue moving around with me
As if weaving me to their color and gait with
Sweet nothings as their bait, I go back to the garage to rejuvenate
To ideate and celibate
O Life ! you resemble of a game of charades...

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