Everything is an
illusion,
They keep saying.
What you see, have,
feel, know today;
Is bound to change.
So am I wrong to
expect?
Am I wrong to hold
on..
To the truth I knew
yesterday,
Is it already long
gone?
These saints, they
baffle me
They are an ocean of
calm.
I? I am like a
turbulent sea;
Lashing at the
shore, whirling within.
Solitude is my
friend
That benign presence
of absence;
But sometimes a tap
on the arm
I wouldn't mind.
Yes, the people I
have now
Will go or change.
Yet let me share a
moment,
Tell them to spare a
moment.
For their lives,
they are crowded.
In appointments and
deadlines;
The pursuit for
happiness shrouded.
So caught up are
they to reach out
Far to the people of
the World
Those at an arm's
reach,
Well, look like a
blur.
We're invisible to
each other
Thanks to that
AMOLED screen.
Thanks to those
mind-numbing headphones
Too deaf to hear a
helpless scream.
Man I envy those
Sadhus.
Bereft of desires
and needs.
In love with the
World
Yet aloof from its
clawing charms..
Words halt
indecisively
As I try to catch
her eye
Should I bluntly
admonish,
Or sweetly rebuke?
To get her to see me
And make her
realise:
I'm here like a
lilting melody
That fades away into
the chaos;
If only she sang
along,
We wouldn't have to
be
So out of tune.
