You Live only Once!

I have carried this theme through various routes and posted here under different heads.

What is life? Queries and queries of patterns numerous and  meanings copious have been jumping out of minds and minds of all the times in this world. Responses of different concepts have been bouncing and becoming discernible subsequent to the questions. But no responses went right or wrong completely. You live only once here on this globe, though you believe in or aspire for an indefinite number of indistinct 're-births'. Here I have defined life in accordance with the imagery born in my mind.

              

Oh! Life, what are you? Could anyone tell?
 No, not a single person told it well

Yes, sometimes it is smooth and soft

As a divine river, very slowly running.

But sometimes! It is merely a roar

That pierces harshly the ear of listeners.

For someone life is calm and cool

For some others it is a workable tool.

Some enjoy it as a softly blowing
 Smooth and 
cool breeze

 And some fear it as lightning burning things

 Burning things on the way.

Some obtain it as a shower  in summer

That blooms the flora in colourful attire.

Some experience it as the heat of a desert

Some take delight in it as an oasis.

On some days it is a flood of tears

And some days it is fun and laughter.

Some find it as a dungeon with chains

And some use it as wings to fly freely.

Some feel it as a path to walk for bread

And some amass it as a treasure for pleasure.

Some people make it a shelter to rest

And some take it to work, as a spot so vast.

Some build it as a mansion of love,

Some create in it a hell of hatred.

Some turn it as a road tarred to travel

And some hide in it, as a cocoon for penance.

Some cook it as a dish delicious for eating,

Some need it as a chance apt for cheating.

Some change it, for success, into a venture

And some turn it into a matter of adventure.

Some mould it into a ware designed beautifully,

Some destroy it as a glass, into broken pieces.

For some people it is a reason for depression

And for some others it is a medium of self –expression.

Sometimes it becomes a mountain to be conquered,

Sometimes it appears as a valley to be occupied.

But life is nothing other than all these

And it keeps on,  as a wheel,  rolling-rolling.

Always out of it, let your self make the best,

 And allow never it to be covered with rust.

Adopt steps that will lead you to be bold,

Reap you can then cent percent gold.

So better without bothering much, you live the life breaking all the barriers. You are the architect of your life. You plan it, design it and build it lucratively. You have only one life.

"A coward dies many times while the valiant only once'.

Ps.  The versification part was posted by me in the initial stages  of blogging.

sarala
 For Write Tribe Prompt.

. http://thewritetribe.blogspot.in/2013/05/write-tribe-prompt-1.html