The Essence

I keep wondering about it,
I keep pondering about the purpose of my existence,
The purpose of everything,
when all the petty things I get irked about,
seem meaningless,absolutely void of sense.
Laughter,happiness,joy,praise,glory,
all these mortal values,that will just be gone one day,
make me feel like I am worth it.
But their absence,is what makes me question,

their significance,my significance.
The world needs a contemplative person,
to dispute his bubble creations,
to have worthy remonstrances,
about the interim journey to the unknown.
Many have come and many die speculating,
about the 'purpose' ,but never fathom,
that everything doesn't have to have,a purpose.
Some tastes are just meant to be enjoyed,
without being slammed or critiqued,like that of life.

The Cemented Mask

I cover it up with a smile,
those shining pearly whites,
camouflaging the bursting embarrassment,
Which often transforms into bitter frustration,
sighting the cruel world,and it mercilessness,
the world which criticizes me ,
for not being able to comprehend,
the very nature of its emotions,
its personality,its persona,
when it doesn't even realize,
that actually,the people have got it all wrong.
It is entirely the other way round.
I may be at fault,but they are not perfect either.
My sheepishness,and the embarrassment,
transcends emotive borders,
and enters a depressive world,
to write,this soliloquy.

Absence

I woke up that morning to find the bed empty,
that is when I discovered that she had left.
She had left for God knows how long,
but the only thing I knew was that,
She's left,taking a part of me with her.
Absence makes the heart grow stronger,
But her absence made my heart weak,
knowing that my first and last succor,
during times of need had left,not forever,
but for what seemed like an eternity.
I was never cordial with her,
Nor did we share a blatant animosity,
but somewhere we knew that one needed the other.
Somewhere,somehow,somewhat abstract.
I knew that I could make myself used to it,
Used to the fact that another significant part of the puzzle,
had gone missing,and I just had to find a new one.
It is not very difficult for me,
to make peace with things being absent.
The difficulty comes ,
when I have to wallow in their absence.