So Near And Yet So Far

So near and yet so far,
like the burning consumption of a shooting star;
dazzled when checkmated with God's game-plan,
with the passionate striving countervailing the limited span.

So old and yet so new,
like the inward contraction of a tender dew;
shrunk by the fact that it cannot but Nature breach,
with the calm poise justifying the limited reach.

So moved and yet so still,
like the rhythmic flow of an army drill;
engrossed in the act bound by Man's serfdom,
with the agile dignity subsiding the limited freedom.

So ordinary as to think that to the world I can something give,
and yet so strange as to seek reasons- to write, love and live.