when i got my hair cut
under a peepal tree
on the road side
i got my zen
in a moment
why do we carry our baggage of false boundaries
when getting close to ground
is all that it takes
to be
wherever one wishes
minds on the margin
minds on the margin
will not remain quiet,
invisible and hesitant
will the dust be wipedfrom
the 'mirror of the soul'
when wind will blow
across the garden
to scatter the dust,
shatter the dreams
It makes me wonder
is that the goal
aarav 11
when you will start talking
and search for words
dont ever worry
the menaings are more importnat than teh words
this is a leasson, i have learned
may be you will also learn
but i know you will learn
it sooner than i thought you should
forgive us, can not help your journey
no matter how much we wish
the shade giving trees
have started charging atax
for the shade
and they will not let us in
but how can aroma of the fire
we burn in our garden to pray for you
not reach you
ships were in harbour
ships were in harbour windows did not prevent light from sieving all the ruminations that were going on in the turns of skirt of deep clouds scattered all around that day, and this day all the days in fact