To the world we belong
but of us it takes no notice
yet from it we can't detach:
living demands we seek our own peace

while life watches
in nonchalance and indifference
before long, as time rushes
we meet our end-- dispensed!

I
you
they
and life-

the inseparable quartet
we are

in our being together :
every day
our drama
is played

Go elsewhere
I'm not your man
unlike the others
I can't pretend-

to your chorus
my ears I can't lend
leave me as I am
your song I can't chant

I've no castle
nor mansion
if you must
my heart I'll open

for you to enter
at your every desired moment
not made of mortars or bricks
what's within shall never be broken

Life-a series
of endless variations
on same themes
in different intensities
  in constant contradiction-

the lacuna, the opaqueness
the lack of transparency
the mist and the haze
the veil and the obscurity

and even as we speak
something is missing- authenticity
is far flung- words are shrouded
in strange mystery

the poets how they write
of love in all their over-enchanted poetry
but experience does prove sadly
love can be such misery in reality!

Too far I've travelled
there's no turning back
over there my epiphany
lies-  it can't wait

the sun tortures and scorches
my face the winds they wildly smack
my feet are giving --of thirst I'm dying
but I can't drink my own sweat

yet there's no giving up
I've to stare at the face of fate
not an inch will I be reduced
by sheer will I must reach the desired gate

night falls and the road
is invisible - I'm blinded-
still a voice within me urges:
for victory your life is made

In reducing others
   you self-diminish
    let goodwill be
     your daily language

    we 're one in likeness
    faults we have,  each-
    to one another we should reach
    and together flourish