In pursuit of happiness,
the heart wanders,
in the dense jungles or while crossing troubled waters,
sometimes in arms of prostitutes he searches for the ensemble,
or falls in feet of drinking or gamble,
hallucinating the seeker,
tremendous are lures … in the world of beguiling desires….
Like a nomad he can roam through steep mountains and roads,
living like an ascetic renunciating worldly chores,
meditating for hours to reawaken the sleeping force,
but Alas! he gets nothing in search of his goal…
Money ,fame he wants even while in robe of saffron attire,
attachments of life never he leaves till the time he is on funeral pyre,
Why to forsake all these or embrace the worldly sins,
when nothing leads to the truth….
even with all capabilities…?
The light one day dawns upon him,
at the right moment with a gleam,
when he has been tempered with sorrows and grief,
still loving every soul selflessly…
For then ,shall a hand be there,
to pull him out of dark,
illuminating the mysterious path,
absorbing the inquisitive thought,
caressing the soul with a golden touch,
showing the right paseo,
invigorating with HIS grace ,
in the endless journey
of seeking thee and knowing the self….
soumyav 