beauty for its sake..

whats most rich -- the flowers..
whats most beautiful- the butterflies
which is the best charm-- river across the mountain
where in lies the solace -- in the green wilderness
whats hope - the autumn, whats joy - the spring
then why we run after plastic commodities
why the gadgets and gizmos rule the world
why the chirp of birds is left unheeded/unheard
why there is unrest all over

we are not after beauty and elegance
we are not after peace and solace
than why this war, what for
is it for minerals and land?
is it for capturing the terrain
why on earth u wanna die
to be called a mighty warrior
and leave behind a trace of land
colored with human blood

why u can't think of life in its terms
why u need to build huge castles
to appreciate its worth..
is it most wonderful - living in a cage
or is it amazing walking in green moorland

I can't think of anything but bliss
when it comes to the life
its like most complex yet elegant presence
but see the setup we have built
trapping the souls in discontent, in unrest
running in a race, with no clear end
no purpose, no motivation
than the  flimsy achievements n goals

Ah sacred life, what mockery it must be
to have given the greatest gift
and seen it rot, for far lesser things..
you must be pained, to see your creation
so senseless and demonic in its traits
oh creation for your own sake
be content with few who portray thy beauty
for rest of the lot, its a black hole
with no sight in and no way out
a trap perennial to uphold