Too Human

Amidst the collisions of dust, and thick smoke all around;
I hustled my way all through the suffocating breaths.
Like a volcano once erupted gas that choked lives to deaths;
I still inhaled the toxicity eroding the rush in this head.

How I wished I had the gleam of this life’s clarity,
And the vision would feel like living with a crystal head.
But this is no life on the lands of some heaven,
But a blissful tragedy of living as way too human!

So as way too human, I trembled my way ahead,
through the smoke that only I exhaled ironically.
To reach a brutally honest mirror, reflecting every bit;
Of eternities left behind, but I was too human to handle it.

The reflections showed how life had once tried to teach,
That longer and broader eternities have their limiting ends.
But I was too human to accept the terminations it showed,
That I spread even more smoke so as to hide its every end.

It needed super human solidity to see your homes all destroyed.
But I was too human to show the strengths that I never possessed.
So I kept walking in hope to see again my home ahead,
I was too human to stop watering the plant, even if it seemed dead.

Angels come asking me to embrace the dynamism of life.
Quite less they know, how heavy it feels losing certainties all along.
For I am too human to accept the loss this life has to offer,
I’ll risk everything again to have those constants wide and long.

So yes I am too human to let things go, denying to never look back in past.
Too human to bear the violent silences, and colors mere black and white.
And I accept it scares me how unstable this ride of life once began.
And that I am way too human to still keep from being fallen again and again.

"There might be strength in super humans around,
For they might have all perfections to show.
But living the life as humans we are,
shall beautify the imperfect love we own."

~ShubhanshuVijay