LIFE IS A KNOTTY AFFAIR

The eternal truth of human condition is succinctly expressed  by Sophocles in his Greek tragedy ''Oedipus the King."  It's  was staged in 429 BC in Athens.The above riddle was posed to Oedipus by the 'Sphinx' at the entrance of the legendary city of Thebes. Oedipus with his extraordinary wisdom solved it and then was allowed entry to the city. The play is a tragic elucidation of the rise and fall of the great king Oedipus.

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 E is for equilibrium

You and I envision the idea of noble mores,

That embodies harmony beyond boundaries and shores.

Life’s sailing boat pulls all stops as it goes,

Grappling, traversing the turbulence up, and close.

Chances, incidents, cause and effect, seal life’s tale,

And keep us on the run, to saturate life wholesale.

Dunes of past, present and future are takes, absolute,

Of holistic, divine calendar, that’s stubbornly resolute.

Could sages, saints and thinkers, the mystery of life unfold?

The wonder stands intact and the story remains untold.

The curious human ingenuity digs deep for, some secret potions,

To reveal life’s purpose, meaning or to clarify all our notions.

Well, let’s seek equilibrium, dynamic, come what may,

Stepping on the road less traveled, hoping, it might pay.


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D is for delight and deluge.

Tangled webs and lengthening shadows,

Can’t freeze the blessed delights or dewy meadows.

Pain or grief may intermittently fall in torrents,

Yet to wallow in apathy is surely abhorrent.

Flashes of ecstasy, may in number be few,

See, how they bedeck life’s multi-layered stew! 

Youthful aberrations deserve righteous censure,

Yet, toiled triumphs call for applause in good measure.

Amidst deluge of tears and anguished pining,

The new day’s womb may carry a silver lining.

Isn’t a child’s angelic smile a heavenly boon?

To bury the negativities and push us to croon.

Can one stop the ripple of dreams in a bride’s mind?

Though, noose and fire may end the unbearable grind.

Evil forces that axe the human ties,

Are weaker than those who smooth the billowing cries.

The floodgates of hatred may seem overflowing,

Yet,the potent human spirit’ll never cease growing.

Let’s live life as a sacred endowment,

With the ammo of love as the only armament

Friends,welcome here as always!