I meant to write about life,
About its fickleness.

Doom in a perforated dome
And a fine perforation at that-
A magical canopy of light and dark
A life time spent in demystifying
and inching towards it.

A temptation it must be,
This doom-
Driving us to grope in the dark
Enticing us to indulge in novelty
Luring us to the abyss yonder-
All along cajoling us,
Leading us by our hand,
Deluding us into achieving a destination.

Yet-
I grope, I indulge
I am lured, I am deluded.

I meant to write about life,
About its fickleness.