LIFE... A MIST

LIFE... A MIST

The wisest of the wise on what is life; you have to give it your best cause it's short and fragile

While some say it’s like a chocolate box, you never know what lies inside

Others say it’s like the waves that bring tidings to your surprise

One day you are basking under the sun with a sip of wine, in the other, you will be putting together your broken self in brine.

Ask them this question and they’ll tell you more than you can fathom

The ambitious say its aspiration, the intellect says its appreciation,

While the needy array their desperation and the downtrodden show their frustration,

The opulent make it a celebration, but no one seeks to break the chain of causation.

A million lives with gazillion opinions, if you can take control, you have mastered the ride

Own a house, own a ride, when you have much of green bills, you know you’ve reached great height

Though all of this is momentary, this is what the world calls life.

A blind eye to wickedness, a deaf ear to cries of oppression,

In pursuit of our ravenous appetite for power, we head towards a society of despotism,

Blinded by our obsession; we chose to drown in our intoxication,

Choosing the side of mammon is how our hearts learned satisfaction.

Counting all the achievements with vanity we learn to wear pride,

But what is life, it’s a mist which is here for a little while but is gone before you can realize,

So are you prepared to leave in joy, or succumb to fear,

Whether rich or poor, king or slave, none of them know that death is the greatest equalizer.

The gift of life is sacred without a doubt

Live with an eternal perspective and He will gift you the victor’s crown in front of a great crowd

Doesn't matter if you are great, doesnt matter if you are small, cause faith rests on hope and unseen conviction through Christ alone.

If you live to seek your own glory as the other greats, they still died believing this world offered the only throne

Remember, life is a mist which is here for a little while but is gone before you can realize

Seek the Almighty while there is time and you'll know what life is on the other side.

Sourav Mohanty

Sourav works with the finance department of the development sector. He is a good musician and a part of the worship team in Crossway. He can be reached at mohantysourav@yahoo.co.in  

For their march of madness

For their march of madness

 (The author wrote it when his father and few other Christian missionaries were ill-treated by some anti-social elements in a small town of North India.)

Sweat in small trickles
Formed around my brows
And a numbness engulfed me

They had come for us finally
My father taken away
Past shadows of uncertainty
By men chanting the name of a god
I could hear their chants, their screams
As I had before
When they had marched
When they had lynched
And showed off to the world
Their love for their nation

While they screamed
I had to wait
While my father wailed
I had to wait
All I could do
Was wait
Within an endless vacuum

And I will keep waiting
Till the country hounds come
And there is no place left to hide
And the catacombs are empty
And when my love rests only as a faint touch
I felt years ago
Then I will present myself to the patriots
For their march of madness
And if there was any justice left
In the land of my fathers
I would die faster
Faster than the last rod
That stood up to strike me

 (The author wrote it when his father and few other Christian missionaries were ill-treated by some anti-social elements in a small town of North India.)

 Jubin Daniel
Jubin runs a travel startup and would love to write verse for a living. Aspiring apologist. He can be reached at jubin.daniel04@gmail.com