I saw the old man at the Holy Ghat
Long time back, but
He still continues to follow
Me and my thoughts
Incite me to dig deeper
On life
On death
On the path that he has lost.
He does not know
I am handicapped too
By pain, loss and loneliness
Life to be, has become
A colorless phase
Slowly passing by, grain by grain
Like the sand, in the hour glass.
I have no clear vision
But only a blind spot of living
Even dreams are marred
By imposter Hopes
Playing kaleidoscope of light
At the end of life’s tunnel
Why there is a light,
only at the end
Which never ends, Alive
In the end
And we blindly live, on and on
Yet I keep walking, on and on
Dripping past Karma
In drops of sweat, tear and duty
Believing, drop by drop
I am loosing it all
The life’s been so long and slow
The old man caught up
Holding my hand,
Talking
Knowing
Feeling
That I am lost too
In the maze of life
Dust claims dust
We will die too
Karmic baggage still
All intact and packed
Another journey
Another tunnel’s end
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ॐ नमः शिवाय
Om Namah Shivaya
@Shashi 5th Nov, 2010
I wrote this one for one of the most vibrant groups of online poets I have found "One Stop Poetry" when they featured me in their "One Stop Poetry Spotlight".
http://oneshotpoetry.blogspot.com/2010/11/one-stop-poetry-spotlight-shashidhar.html
Please have a look here of my interview where I have talked how I have started write and Karma Yoga etc...and some selected verses they have chosen to reproduce there.