The human existence is not a unified whole,
But a symphony of a gazillion fragments in harmonious conjunction.
A boiling stew of a potpourri of emotions,
Brewing in the hallowed cauldron.
The scorching flames painted in a blue hue,
Bear the heat of the trials and tribulations,
Bubbling through the soup of sentiments,
To yield the perfect broth.
A warm concoction that is neither a hodgepodge nor a flawless brew,
A snifter of mirth with a dash of sorrow,
Topped with a seasoning of fright,
Served with a side of red-hot rage.
The fate of existence,
Solely in the hands of the cool-tinted blaze.
Turn it up a smidge, and the fluid evaporates in a fiery daze,
The peacekeeper among the extremes.
Too low, and essence fades, leaving a watery trance.
The key to an exceptional existence,
Lies in the intensity of the heat,
Tame the flames to a balance of extremes,
To concoct a melange,
With subtle fortitude.
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A budding writer's collection
PoetryJust a bunch of poems written as and when I feel to write them
