Mournings of my Soul

My birthday might be a special day for some including my parents and near and dear ones. But to me its the day when my soul got trapped in my body on this third rock from the sun. It is really an unfortunate thing for a soul which was in a state of eternal moksha to spend one more generation in this materialistic world. It would have been really lucky if it had descended on this planet eons ago, during satya yug or treta yug or even dwapar yug. But definitely not in Kali yug.

It's a bad world surrounded with utter gloominess; crime and hatred popping up everywhere. People seem to have forgotten the aesthetics of life, the principles listed in Manu smriti, which are the guidelines for leading an austere and pious life. There is a rat race going on in every field. Fight for survival, survival by crushing down others. People are craving for power and money. That seems to have become their only and ultimate motive of life.

We are all moving down an abyss. Our actions seem to have become involuntary and our heart seems to have become vestigial. Emotions have drained out of the bodies of people and they are more like zombies, their conscience dead long back.
My poor soul just does not seem to have accustomed to this world and it keeps sending these tremors from deep within..