Brother in Arms

 

Just like a stone
that is thrown
against the attractive force of gravity
reaches the vertex,
and then,
starts to descend,
the attractive force of mortality
does the same to our life.

They – gravity and mortality -
are brother in arms.

God's Waiting Room

 

The sign said, “Turn Here for 55+ Active Adult Community.”
If we are diligent enough in the fine print it also said welcome to “God’s Waiting Room.”
The developers did not have to include that.
Wherever we are, we all live in God's waiting room.

Somewhere along the arc...

 

Hurled from the womb, kicking, screaming,
we soared up in the sky
oblivious of the law
of the gravitational pull

and of the
approaching vertex -
that fleeting moment
when ascent slows,
and stillness holds,
and descent begins.

Somewhere along the arc,
unnoticed,
we also grew old.

We are a paradox

Another day passed; nothing seemed to have changed in the universe.

The sun rose, punctual as ever, though perhaps a minute later than it did
yesterday.

The sky bore the same deep blues, the clouds thankfully subdued,
and yet beneath this serene facade, churned songs of different hues.

Within, the invisible hum of countless battles echoed:
Some cells, battered and weary, fell in silent surrender,
while others, newborn and bold, rushed forward to the front lines.

Fierce and unrelenting, the wars raged in unseen depths,
keeping the machinery of existence alive.

We are a paradox:
a facade of outward calm,
but held together,
by unseen chaos.