Empty Empty Empty life of mine.

Fill it with thoughts, fill it with time,

Death lurking near

But not near enough

To feel the clock ticking

To Live Life off the cuff

I beg you have mercy,

Please extend me this chance

To clear out my eyes, so I’ll understand.

That This moment is precious, vicitra as they say

In india or Europe, or the US of A

I pray and I grovel at the proverbial feet

of the Great lord almighty, but I’ve missed the beat

While I sit and I grovel and cry out “oh poor me”

The True divine presence observes this you see

No condemning or pity nor filled with grandiose

But silent and waiting till I look down at the toes

And notice the feet, the proverbial trotters

Are none other than mine, but I’ve gone to such bother

So wishful yet wasteful and weary I’ve been

To walk one thousand miles not to look deep within

Now it seems that this chatter is all but to say

That Life isn’t waiting on games that you play

It’s here, it’s now, infinite ever-lasting

While I’ll pass on quite soon,

Life just nods at the passing

So nod for God’s sake,

Nod for the God’s,

Nod til your weary of iPhones and ear pods

Then when you’re done nodding,

And you’ve just had enough

Then maybe, JUST maybe.

You’ll LIVE LIFE OFF THE CUFF.

Whole.