What happens when you have lost Hope!
And you are told to get it back to live,
There are several steps you might have to undo, sew or walk anew,
But in doing so do you still need crutches of hope
Is there no life without hope,
What if there no interest in future or the past,
Is it hope, to thinkof future and of past,
Does hope live elsewhere and not in future or in past
What if there are no desires or expectations,
From the inanimate and the animate,
From neighbours, strangers, known, unknown, and a wished self of future,
Will hope still survive, drawing its life blood from yet an unknown sphere
If not hope, what is it that keeps people alive,
Is it death, if the body refuses to die,
If not for hope, is it still a responsibility to stay alive,
To thrive in each moment, when you know with each moment sooner you will die
What does make dervishes swing if not hope of love,
What if , untrue is the promise of everlasting love of divine,
What if God is long dead, or midway wrenched empty of love,
Will the promise of enchanting life shrvil and die.
Is hope and love tied together, poverty of which is despair,
Is numbeness the only web that is real,
Is life a painful journey of numbeness,
In fear of which, the human race deludes itself with hope and love
Maybe the warm hearth of delusions is hard work trail,
Maybe becoming a human is walking on that trail,
What if even when born with a human face, chooses not to walk on that trail,
What happens then, do they wait for the completion of shrivel, to die
Is death a choice as is to live a life,
Or is it a compulsion from which you cannot hide,
Or is it a choice clouded by menancing hope of how you will live when you die,
Why is hope a posion in life and in death, how does it matter if you are just a momentary speck in a fading memory
Demons who feast on hope, do they thrive better in life?
Or dead is their spirit of human life,
Why are they stronger from hope that keeps all alive,
Why they can still sit in their viscious mansions, when their victims die every moment before they finally die
Why I am helpless when i see so many die,
Am i still human when I see people only die,
Is this world still human when so many die,
Why are the demons victorious and humans so sublime.
