As another body lies still
And a life escapes
I wonder what am I gunning after
Am I pursuing a transience,
A phantasmagoric zilch
That would reward me with nothing
And take away all
As one day I burn awayWould I at least now change my rhyme?
Align myself with myself?
Stop beating with the trivial, Waiting for another life, another time.
While our kids are in school building up their future, ensconced in the comforts of life … , barefoot, begging around in the rain or shine, thousands of kids suffer. Wonder what is their fault? Do they even know anything else but struggle? Is there something called basic rights for all? Right to education?
Wonder if we should blame the Creator or its creation? Both seem to be at fault.
Articles and poems on my journey through life, philosophy and spirituality. Society and stuff around us. Journey as an author, and my books – Operation Jai Mata Di, Unraveling