The Poet in me - 9

Search of Reality

While I search for light in the dark,

I barely can see the light in the day,

Sometimes it's good to be in delusion,

The dreamy imaginations keeps me sane,

The world feels surreal.

I am in search of reality in this Matrix,

Not sure if I am inside the Matrix or outside,

How I wish I just bounce back if I fell from the top of a building,

How I wish I could bend the spoon with just a glare,

How I wish I met the Oracle and get to know what's in store for me,

How I wish I could load a cassette and load "Common sense" in every one.

This feeling of losing something I never had, this feeling of feeling proud of something I never won.

Is it a gift or a curse to have deeper thoughts....

Adding life to my time

I wish I write "Love", and love happens,

I write "harmony", and harmony happens,

I write "Music" and life becomes musical,

I write "smiles" and all sad faces change to smiles,

I write "serenity', and the chaos drain out,

I write 'declutter", and the cluttered minds clear out,

I write "time", and you give time to your people,

I write "cure", and the toxicity in people be removed,

I write "civic", and every Indian's civic sense improves.

what did I see in you

You asked me what did I see in you,

I saw what I wanted to see in you,

I saw what I could be to you...

If you had asked me what can I be for you,

I would have said, I want to be your Summer Rains,

Comfort you when you least expected,

Shower love when you needed the most,

Be the balm to your pain, when it starts showing up on your face.

I bow to Krishna

I am confused, I question, I Rebel,

I might doubt the belief system,

I might question the source,

I might argue with the rituals, faith,

I might be rebellious to trust philosophy...

But when I am in front of him,

I bow down to him without any uncertainty, My questions become trivial,

I loose in front of him, he is the ultimate truth, he is the paramount knowledge.