The Quest

Often
and time and again
I come to face to face
the question
how oft shall I strive to find
a place below
on the sand
baked and burnt
by the Sun of the time
hard and rocky below
around my soles
for the shade of my shadow
made to move to and from
by the sun at noon and evening.
how oft shall I run
to look for a pasture green
for the trees so loving
for the sun so bright
for the sky so clear
for the wind so breezy
for winter sun so warm
for the spring so calm
for the clouds full of water
and heart full of desires
the things don’t change
all the way and every time
I come to face the same place again
the same question
the same quest
the same desire.
I run for my desires.

Me & You

How I come, how I go
and leave the world
like the bird that swoops down
from the sky
into the water
and then emerges out again
leaving no trail behind
on the surface
that roars below
or the wind that blows around
felling leaves yellow and pale
from the twigs, ready for sail
that float in the air,
move on the surface
yards ahead
before they sleep
in the soil of the land
or the flowers that bloom from the buds
smile in the sun and play with the wind
in the breezy spring of the day
sing and speak
in colour and fragrance
and call the buzz of the bees
and mute butterflies bright.
The stars in the sky
look at me and smile as they say
with a twinkle in their eyes
come let us go.
Time it is, but not yours.

Say What?

What makes you hold the breath
what makes you lose your way
what makes you tied to the post
what makes you lose away
the shining back the little bird
that wants to fly in the sky
to keep the track of the winds
and back towards the sun
to shine like a silver dime
that makes you follow the day
all in my heart I want to speak
what I wish to steer away
all in the night and all in the day
as you may and as I may
oh dear me, I wish to hear
all that you say.
Old in my steps, I pave the track
with a cataract in the eyes
and stoop in the back
slowly, I gather all my grey hair
and look to evening sun to say
bye to the time and to the watch
that stood the test of the time
true; it’s false, it’s false, I say
I wonder what makes you stay away
clear in the history, and in the mystery,
it’s false, it’s false, come what may.