Irony

the path is long....
deserted...
void 2 d depths unfathomable....
moved along..bereft of thought..
benumbed by d din outside..
outside wat??
the mind is saturnine....the soul is silent..
nd the path is desolate...
then y dis noise??from where it is?
d cacophony of the game...
a big one...engulfing the past and present...
its darrk wide wings ready 2 swallow up the future....
a big game, fun filled at instants..
yet cruel,very cruel...
but no1 asked 4 participation...
yet every1 participated...
nd d game kicked off...
the moment they took their first breaths..
the very first breaths....
and they were a piece on the checker board...
the soul was pure...pure to the bottom...
resisted this bitter entrance..
cried out loud
..at the very first breath....
the brain was infected....
infected with the atrocities committed and felt over ages.....
was too happy to get a chance to participate again....
but the soul..??
its naivete??
...faded slowly...
slowly in this fast moving life..
.slowly..with every forward step..
slowly along the forsaken path...
their deeds shouted back..
the question was always ''why???"
"wat was the need??"
the reply always came frm mind...
and always the same....
"the need of the hour"
was the need that strong..
that enticing???
perhaps...
perhaps not...
perhaps they did not know whether it was..
but the soul..?
didnt it conquer this inhumanness....
didnt it overthrow the strategic brain...
it tried to...
for some of them...it succeeded to some some extent...
for others it could not...
yet the vacuity was never filled in with harmony...
malevolence prevailed..
the move was never together.....
the path was always abandoned....
and they moved along...