Long Did I Deliberate?

A thought comes up

might sound little odd

but that keeps me for long

the purpose of living

forces me to deliberate

as I sit alone

watching the birds fly.

What is it I am doing ?

having lived so long

having to live for how many years more?

I really do not know

I see the birds  chattering

existing with no kind of plan

involving into nothing great

just working, eating and sleeping

has been my way all thorough

I notice a bird coming near a window

the  monotony of life has an effect

that of strain in the  routine

breaking would prove a threat

following the course so long

what have I achieved

nothing  real or tangible

I have advanced in age

the little bird sits on the window sill

I now look at it for long

slowly realising the truth

loneliness is only a feeling

and the prodding I did all along

have unfolded a deep truth

that of life in all its form

telling me about  being born

have to go through the life cycle

that is ordained for one

whether it be for good or bad

making it remarkable or functional

is not in our hands entirely

the will and the wish have to be there

along with the conductivity  and conduciveness

which create an environment of  meaningful transaction.

the bird in a wink flies   into the wilderness