To create

A vast arid land of no space,
no time and no sense of self,
all black holes burnt out
and no light exists -
is where it all began.

A man in love with her
doesn't care about all this,
the cycle that he loops in -
sex, money, and agony,
is everything that he seeks.

A man do sometimes seek,
more than love or gain,
a place from where to start with,
and to create something
that makes him feel alive.

Why does he want to create at first place?

Things could have gone other way round,
and he could never have been born.
It just happened and so here he is,
a passenger of life in the road to reality.

Not sure where the road started,
he got conscious in the midde of it.
This road now tarnished,
repaired by millions now:
what is his role to play here?
Dance, sing, walk, run,
love, hate, envy, distress,
or to sit, sense and see it all.

He sees the road not from exterior
but with a cultural context around.
Billion years into formation,
million years of life,
thousand years of civilisations,
hundreds years of science,
and few years of machines.
It's all in that road, 
delved and merged deeply into it,
it's all in there.

A man with nothing to take away,
or nothing to imprint on the road,
realises how useless it is,
to fight, snatch, boast or impose.

But how does he live, if not do these all?

A man still knows the history of reality,
illusion of self and illusion of truth,
burdens from past and hopes of future,
architecting problems and finding solutions.

What he doesn't know is where he is going?

He knows that every answer has a reason.
for every flame of desire has a fuel.
Since this fuel is all in his brain,
still standing on this road 
and watching the spectral space
has something special to it.

This space is the canvas where you can paint
or scrutinise the things you love in this world,
or develop string theory for the higher dimensions
you're sure you can never observe in this world,
or to keep asking such questions 
and finding different answers everytime.

A man with all such pursuits,
of having and still craving,
of knowing and still asking,
of finally knowing and forgetting,
is the man we all can be.