Life: Black And White Or Colorful? Poem by Puskar Sikdar

In the crescent moon's glow, lies the lure of joy,
The old crone of fairytales has lost her past's tender ploy.
A thirst for thrill, an invention of plot's delight,
In life's colorless cinema, sorrow's waves take flight.

On the harsh path of life's chariot, a rising stage appears,
The climax of life's movie shifts habits and veers.
Invisible barriers brush away the rain of bliss,
In the theater's backdrop, creations fade into the abyss.

On the screen of reality's joy, chaos flows unbound,
A sip from the hazy cup where scattered dreams are found.
Under the pressure of life's reel, frail body and soul resign,
Let the lost heart's yearning reflect in the mirror's shine.

Through the decades, life's visage has altered its way,
In the chase for color or monochrome, humanity's poison holds sway.
In the rhythm-bound song of life's film, oppressed and confined,
Let the restless heart banish sorrow from the mind.