Khushwantnama: Lessons from the Sardar's life

there is too  much of 

pretension in this world.

i realise it often,

sitting alone

in a conversation

with lot of people.

there is greed,

changing faces of happiness-

the unattainable happiness,

a constant fear of death.

people aren't generally good 

to each other.

they cross them,

double cross them,

have relations and happiness

butchered in a barter shop

of silver happiness.

and, then there is loneliness,

after all you have got,

after everybody you want

is near,

there is loneliness,

where the though of each person you made

injustice to,

each person you could have helped,

each person you pushed down

to climb the ladder,

creeps up,

eating your braincells,

one by one,

and there is nobody to tell

of this utter loneliness.

No, I am not preaching

God or spirituality here.

Each person has a soul

for the mysterious and unknown,

it tells, it always tells

what should be

for there is no right.

The soul is often overridden

its only long after

the flame of life 

is so frail,

as to not even survive

a slight shift of the breeze,

that we hear the echoes

that we couldn't,

when there was 

din all around.