Down the pasabag
stood a young monk,
according to the lore
not aged more than a score
his austere temple
radiated the twilight,
a mere glimpse of the scene
could lead to the unseen
you could ascend
or just quietly pass by,
so i went to him and asked
what is it that he was tasked
he simply smiled and said
my task is to spread peace,
not to the world
but to myself.
- Mohit Suhasaria
Sep 11, 2014
Sep 11, 2014 at 10:27 AM UTC
yesterday i went to hell
it was filled with pain
yet no sorrow
only a tragic path to follow
left alone with a shattered heart
mortified by the one i love
with tears was the vision blurred
a cry within as never heard
wandering for sanctum
i reached a hearth
it was in fact
the warmth of your smile.
- Mohit Suhasaria
Sep 11, 2014
Sep 11, 2014 at 8:37 AM UTC