It's necessary-
this my solitude:
weary is the world
in its repetition
monotony, cliches
its clamour and moan
the self-gratification-

no,  I don't ever aim
to change what is
only to retreat
to reconstruct
my inner self
to feel I'm no slave
to inane convention
and sterile tradition-

to be alone
not ever forlorn
only to recapture the essence
of being alive
true to myself
with the intention
to emerge
in transcendence
in truest freedom

not looking back
in this self-created renaissance

I write
   but no opinion
  do I force
  on the reader:
  I'm no authority
  only the author
  and no doubt
  many would consider
  me just a person
like every other-
( happily I accept
  this nomenclature)

in a better scenario
a few might each be
their own thinker
and regard me
as an experience--sharer -
they would not walk away
nor harsh word mutter
knowing we are each
a life-sojourner

I write and will continue
as a writer
fearless, undaunted
unencumbered
and live in
seamless joy and wonder

That there's no perfection
     is not an excuse for indolence:
     life is about applying one's  utmost talent
     to rise to the highest level of self -transcendence

Love knows no reason
it mysteriously happens
the why and how they don't matter
in the coming-together

Grasp life
     you'll lose it
     let it be
     nothing will you miss:
     that which is forced
     is against spontaneity
     and you can't be free

     the sage doesn't aim
     at acquiring or winning
     he looks inside himself
    for his equanimity
    he lets go every holding
    

     the loosening
     is happy edge-
     the understanding
    lies in non-chasing
    and the laying down
    of forced doing-

    words open themselves
    to disputing
    they are confusing-
    reasoning is the doubting
    the death of meaning

    the sage is still
    calm, unwavering
    in his self-forgetting
    he finds his true being

I choose humility
over victory

Life releases no one
there's no escape
the die is cast
you've to move on
as long as you last-

in its unforgiving whirlpool
struggle and swim your must
no one is around to rescue
only in your self you must trust-

night sets in--there's no light
in the sky---- hope you must grasp
an hour seems like a lifetime
how slowly does it pass-

to be born is to  endlessly struggle
too many aspirations are crushed
not an encouraging does life utter
even when all your dreams have turned to dust