If I were to know my exit date,
I’ll strive to cross off a lot on my bucket list
And ensure that I spend time with people that matter.
I’ll have fun so much that even fun will sing my praises.
Life will be lived, in loving and celebrating others.
Hatred or bitterness would not have a strong foothold
For as child would I view life- with wide-eyed wonder.
Life is a smoke someone starts.
We fan it to become fire,
Sometimes wild, sometimes controllable.
Then it becomes smoke again and settles as ashes
We all are fragments of smoke,
Weaved into different facets of life and its entities.
Of a truth,
No man is and neither can be truly alone.