Life is Itself a War

Though awake, but the arrow of Maya

is so silent and powerful, it steals my 

awareness;

                   And what more besides

drunk in sleepiness and unaware

steps, either in speech or steps,

collisions and pains;

                    It's not a war of a particular

occasion but a spontaneous one,

always awake or ..... wounded,

blooded, as the arrows of Maya are 

absent for a tiny moment, and I think 

it's great, a warrior's best place is

battle field, and an unending war, and

life is not different than this, 

"life is itself a war, whether you fight or

not, still it's a war, and victory is

impossible, but the death in fight 

remaining awake is the greatest gift 

of life, and I think, the life, it's for....

(Maya: in Hinduism, it's the shadow of reality which creates illusion for being true)