“Torn between the tiny grass and the mighty sky”

“Torn between the tiny grass and the mighty sky”


Sitting lonely in the park
A break-away from the similar life
A little away, little far away
From the crowds and the maddening life
A breather,an escape I thought
But wrong I was
Torn between the tiny grass and the mighty sky.

Away from the distant noises
Nearer to the songs of birds
Dearer to the whispers of Insects
Life is beautiful I thought
But wrong I was
Torn between the tiny grass and the mighty sky.

Hide-n-seek between the shying stars and the street lights
The silent sun was out of my sight
The wind kissing away the flowers
Witnessing the returning birds
Satisfied I felt
But wrong I was
Torn between the tiny grass and the mighty sky.

Thinking about the purpose of life
Questioning the existence of my being
Seeing the ‘dark’ and the ‘light’
Do I believe the ‘Truth’ or discard the ‘Untruth’ ?
Am I the hunter or the hunted on this lonely planet?
Whom to trust?
Do I believe in me or myself?
Do I seek solace in 'Life" or asylum in 'Death'?


I am torn between the tiny grass and the mighty sky.