A Beautiful Mural

Where to begin, and how to end.. these thoughts keep me working amends.. 

the present keeps slipping through my fingers... Keep hoping that these people will always linger.. 

remain and stay like the soul is eternal... Life runs a mock, a beautiful Mural..

One that i wish i could hang up in my head.. and stare at all day and discover details instead... 

Find little joys within that artful tapestry.. and relish in that zone and add it to the administry...

Decisions and choices we make always take their toll.. feels as if I must make it all a whole... 

A whole lotta love, and a whole lotta people.. all with beautiful souls and seemingly so feeble.. 

Decisions of choosing the quiet over the riot, of the fun vs the frolic, the peace vs the workaholic.. 

the life while still on it.. 

Random words as these may be.. a dichotomy at extremes I always see... 

In waking up in the morning to sleeping in a little.. meeting another wonder, or considering the people... To move to the next or stare into this abyss that's the hex..

Stuck for all eternity or moving within the inventory... All along a sense of missing i do always feel.. like a pizza which is baked without chesse or no toppings be.. 

for in where I lie, I feel a race is on to finish all.. missing a piece would mean completing the puzzle would fall.. 

yet always these pieces don't fit quite right into me.. overlapping and adjusting, that is why I consistently plea... 

To go on forward yet stare into the past .. the pain that is there or the joy that does just last.. 

somewhere we must feel like insignificant dust.. for all of our attempts, try is what we must.. 

into our origins and future together we peer into, only to see all around, not within so...

What are we to do and go where.. to find that calm like a hibernating bear... 

To find that sense of home we wish to obtain, or see around us in the moments that are in disdain... 

Or see that life has a lot more to offer.. and perish even before we do prosper...

And once we get around near to the end of the mission, do we lie still or go another assigned division... Even beyond and after then there may not be an answer.. but deep within to see, courage we must muster...

To follow and lead into the valley of ponder.. to see where we go not where we wander... 

How do we find the life up ahead, but by taking each step at a time instead... 

For that then is the goal to be seen, so we may move closer to it's unreachable seams? 

Or must we close our eyes and fall and take flight, and realise more and more what is in our might ?

The random squabbles and scribbles these be... Yet look closely, among the chaos is there a pattern to repeat...

Where to begin, and how to end.. these thoughts keep me working amends.. 

the present keeps slipping through my fingers... Keep hoping that these people will always linger.. 

remain and stay like the soul is eternal... Life runs a mock, a beautiful Mural..

Regards,

Sriram V