The Wanderer

You feel the cool wind blowing
And it assists you to wander more
In search of love or lust you don't know.
But then, you're sure that its your journey;
And yours alone.
Cos the decisions you made,
Forever was for yourself.
You cross the fields and the forests
And many a people you meet
All are different in their own way
And you are left amazed by the variety
You cross the rivers and the deserts
Reach a pasture, peaceful and serene.
And there you meet your real self;
A mystic saint It appears to be.
And what It wanted was to free you from the dilemma,
Whether to search for the Beauty or the Truth.

When Respect is Lost...

When respect is lost

Betrayal becomes the order of the day

People turning grey;

I don’t say narrow minded

But their mind is not straight

Unrequited love and agony rules the day

And one’s own guilt is not recognized

Lose guilt, live life is the motto of the day

Scornful imagery all over

Which laughs at you

Fight the battle all alone

Cos betrayal is the order of the day…

Being Grey

Uncertainty in mind,

Doubt in the air,

All queries answered,

But not in completion,

All calls given a reply,

But missed halfway through,

They told it was color,

But I saw it grey.

Light speaks,

But darkness replies;

And the moonlight finds it tough

To fill the darkroom;

Her mind…