The air we breath
The words we speak
The thoughts that drift;
That plants in the mind
The awareness that keeps
Bubbling the enthusiasm
The knowledge that unravels
The incomprehensible
To comprehensible and on…..
Are all the things
That do not belong
To us, but who?
It is He
The Self
The Universal.The message is clear
As the day light
Easily susceptible
The mind
Chases the deceptive
The objective
Nestling, nourishing
Tree of desire
And instinct.
Looking into
Star studded sky
The Sun, the moon
The mighty ocean
The mighty cosmos
The multitude living things
The nonliving
Yet all sutured
To perfection
Including himself.
Stands aghast !
Doubts hovering
Unable to delve deep
To find reality !
It is too vast
A world
To comprehend
By individual
It is too vast
A world
To behave to whims
Of individual
It is too vast
A world
To cater to absoluteness
Of individual
It is too vast
A world
To be true
Nothing belongs
To individual
It is too vast
A world (of choice or chosen)
Tumbling along
At HIS behest.
Searched searched
Every where
Not finding any where
Gone awry
Kindling
Everything thing
Coming in the way
For possession
Every moment falling short
Spending every renewed
Efforts
To chase the daunting
Things of control and power
More and more
Unquenchable till …….
Last moments
Failing to recognize
Deception
In the air of search
Residing in the shell
Of 'Self'.
How much !
Pounding you take
From dirty hands
Of men, the creature
You created.
On way absorbing
All the sudden wrought
With utmost care
And love
To preserve
Thy nature
With vigor
To all other creations
Who standby
Mutely.
