My body is a baggage of dreadful desires and emotions.
endless expectations,
and preconceived notions.
(The soul is ruminating of its body as what it has been filled up with, over the time. The soul is taking the life journey with an emotionally brimmed body)
On the airplane of life
my bag should weigh less.
So, to relish the journey (un)planned.
and freedom from stress.
( the soul has a realization that it should keep minimal desires and expectations in its body, in order to enjoy the life journey and keeping the worries at bay )
Share the limits of space with others
My bag is on the plane.
Weather inflicting its rage in thunder
All bags are in pensive pain.
( In life, we all are very intrusive and we let and we do sneak in the personal space of others. Happenings in our lives may effect everyone related to us or who is a part of our journey. They being so close to share the moments of bright and plight with us.)
The plane has turned into an oscillating pendulum.
The overhead lights are flickering fireflies.
A Fine art exhibition is a flea market instead.
Hear baggage claimer's hue and cry.
(At the time of quandary, when our life is out of our hands and it's chaotic inside out then no matter how suave, sophisticated and refined life you have been living, you will start making noises, you will fight, struggle with everyone and your whole life may seem to be chaotic and barbaric like a flea market.)
Seat number, age and gender are trivial.
Menial are caste and creed.
No matter how rich, no matter how poor
Death is not unfair, sure-fire way to freed.
(Irrespective of any parameter in this world, the death does the work. and nothing else but above all the death is inescapable and no matter how big is your bank balance, you can't lure the death and buy some more time from it)
Orphaned vests and fostered manuals
are only way to help you save.
Leave your baggage, leave your belongings.
Snag a vest, for manual it's too late.
(The most ignored is the most inevitable part of our journey. Our karmas and the spiritual knowledge to make the right use of karmas is must, so to help us during our predicament. )
Not giving a second thought.
In order to survive
I pounced on my vestigial vest.
Me lamentably naive.
(But when it's too late in life, you just start reckoning your karmas and in order to work on your reincarnation or on the hell/heaven belief, you behave like a newbie who has no previous knowledge and in haste and hurry nothing works as it is too late already. You look for help around and when see everyone busy with their vests or karmas, it makes you more nervous.)
Journey begins with compulsion
But end is a choice for all.
Some intrigues the inevitable(vest and manual)
Piddly love (baggage), some may fall.
( the human life is an imposition . The kind of person we are, the family we born in, our country, gender, status and a lot of parameters are not in our control and we r born with these mandatory tags. But our ending is entirely in our hands. Either we start working on our spiritual knowledge so to make our next birth better and question ourselves and search answers for the real purpose of this life or else busy ourselves falling in love with our bodies, be a party animal and keep ourselves engrossed in our so called "fast moving interesting lives". Choice is ours )
The news flashed fast, around the world of sympathies.
A plane has crashed and then years have passed.
Vanished from memories, now missing from talks.
NOTHING in this world stay forever and nothing do last.
( every human, every life journey has an end. People cross our paths. We make memories together but nothing lasts forever. People move on and memories start to fade away. What remains is our soul , looking for salvation, through bodies. If they begin the journey with "right" spiritual knowledge of karmas, they will reincarnate and get another body or opportunity to salve, just like the knowledge of vests can help us at the time of plight in the flight or else nothing can save our poor souls.)
