The abode of peace

The roads were dusty,
The wind was cold,
The evenings were romantic,
In the abode of peace.

People thronged the streets,
In those wintery evenings,
I smelled life somewhere,
Life had not yet taken heed of me.

Trees covered the sky,
The chill in the air,
Freedom created a thrill,
I had my eyes on the distant hill.

So much I had heard,
So little I had seen,
The abode of peace,
I hardly knew the unforeseen.


Strange eyes met,
Only to reinforce the continuum,
Strange people flocked,
Only to reiterate the absolute.

I was a kid back then,
Not a cynic still,
So little I had seen,
So many things were to be done.

I sat and wondered,
What life is.
I sit and still ponder,
What life is!

If it were to me

If I sleep tonight,
Will you wake me up tomorrow?
If I don't say anything again,
Will you remember me?

If I don't come over,
Will you still go on?

I am not the sort of person who asks questions.
I am not the person who needs answers.

Senses

That when I see more today,
I seem to get the connect,
I realize, everything that has a beginning has an end.


Such a relief, such a balance,
To be aware of the transience.
I realize, to not ask for more.

Youth sure is a crazy time.
When more is not enough,
When less has no meaning.

I finally seem to find peace,
And not strive to be what I am not.
I sense a strange content,
I make peace with my contempt.

It is in understanding,
It is in belief,
It is in temperance,
It is inside.
May be, it is for me,
But you also know,
what I am talking about.

Evenings in a small town

The evening set in,
The town was lit,
The air was fragrant,
The hearts were lighted with desire.

If I say, I never loved it,
You know I must be lying.
The insects encircled the light-tubes,
Maddened with love.

I remember the roads,
I enjoyed the mirth,
It smelt of burnt clay,
The dust made the cold nights worse.

I remember walking all the while,
I recollect savoring every moment,
I hardly knew of anything,
That made everything special.

I had such a lovely heart,
I could see, smell and feel things.
I had such a lovely time,
I wish I could feel them again.

La Coiffeur

A small shop,
Almost no one entered.
Had a fancy name,
That's what kept me interested.

The doors were always closed,
Never saw through them,
Never was lucky enough,
Only got a sense of the unknown inside.

In the web of mysteries, somewhere I hung my desire,
Entangled, I left them there and ran away.
Never ever was invited inside,
I just ran and ran,
Tonight I remember the name of the shop,
And the fantasies that dulled my senses.

Disgustingly simple

I struggled to find the truth,
The bruises are too much today,
The knowledge is killing.

Oh, I really battled for my ground,
Now, I am so scared to call it my own.
What I know is my greatest fear.

What I do not know is still comforting.
How I deal with the uncertainties is fabulous,
But how I have struggled against truth,
Is killing me tonight.

Why do I sense guilt, fear and anxiety?
What is wrong?
Is it just a craving for a high?
It's so disgustingly simple.

I got my pi

The biggest question I had,
Was to unearth the answer to why.
Oh and did I not understand it.

The strongest doubt I had,
Was to figure out whom.
Oh and did I not know it after all.


The grave concern I had,
Was to comprehend when,
My greatest fear became what I learnt.

The whole journey has been too much of an enlightenment,
I always wanted to,
The surprising thing is I got what I desired.
And today, that itself is such a burden.

The traveller

Who is there for you?
O traveller!
Where do you seek to go?
Take rest for a while,
Where will you find such repose again?
O traveller.


Those days are over,
Those few days of love,
Those nights are distant dreams now.
She has got over you,
May you forget as well
The love filled meetings.
O those lovely meetings!
The darkness looms large now,
No light at the end of the tunnel.
O traveller, where do you plan to go?
Take rest for a while,
Where will you find such shade again?


No one is there awaiting you,
No one is there eager to receive you!
Of your miseries, no one suffered,
No eyes shed tears.
Whom will you call your own?
Who mourns your absence?
O traveller, where do you seek to go?
Better take a breather here,
Where will you find such comfort again?
Who is there awaiting you, O traveller?

O traveller, you showed path to so many!
How come are you lost in your journey?
You have demystified problems of others!
How come are you entangled by your own?
How can a snake-charmer sway on his own tune?
Where will you go, O traveller?
Who awaits you?
O traveller, where will you go?
Why don't you take some rest?
You may not find such shade again!
No one awaits you, O traveller, no one.

The learned say the world is a mirage,
The writings are in water,
It is seen by all, it is experienced by all,
But no one owns anything,
Nothing is yours or mine,
O traveller, where will you go?
Take rest for a while?
Where will you find such shade gain?
Who awaits you there?