Like a glass filled to the brim
With tears of your suffering.
like the rocks
Life throws at you along each curve ,
In the blinding path leading nowhere.
Just like the void at the bottom of your heart,
Ready to engulf you in its nothingness.
Like the nerve wracking feeling
That crawls beneath your skin.
Like the thoughts of the past
You keep rummaging for, in your dreams.
What is life,if nothing but overwhelming,
with its dispassionate emptiness
And subliminal ponderings concealed with mock smiles.
But who needs these adjectives anyway,
When life in itself, is the greatest of them all.