Its an addiction.
Its a disease.
And once you get caught, your soul will never be free.

Some gamblers want money, others fun
but the worst kind of gambler is the compulsive one.

They play for pleasure, that come from risks,
even if its not just money they gamble in.

I have no inner peace
I think to take it for lease
From someone who is at ease
To lend his peace

A life without peace
Is lived to please
And to pacify
Someone and not me

I can get my own peace
Only when i will be able
To peel the packing
Thats covering my outer face

When i have no peace
I become peaky
But now all i want is some peace
So as to get a good night sleep

Never saw me cry they say
Never saw me feel pain they say

I do cry, I do feel  pain, yet
Iam unseen and unknown

I dont wish to pe praised
I dont wish to be loved

All i wish is to be known
All i wish is to be acknowledged

Friends and family surround me , yet
Fear of faliure taunts me

I rather not fall
I rather not feel fragile

If I do, Iam not supported
If i do, Iam not encouraged

Love for present , Hope for future
Lots I need , but dont have any

Lend me a hand
Lend me a heart

Because my hands are full
Broken is my heart

"To Never Be Quiet Again"

To never be quiet again i pray
To sing of bones and teeth
And soaring birds
Of change eternal transmuting
The aggregate of we
To newer dreams unthought
Till seen in the moment arisen
Of monkeys contemplating in trees
Of vibrating mind stuff
Incarnate oscillations
Neither existence nor non existence
But the fullness of the inexpressible
The beauty of no shape
No form
No archetype but the make believe
The source of breath
The source of sight
The source of consciousness
Infinite variety bewildering to ignorance
To birth and death continuous
Till birth and death transcended
The exhilarating mystery of motive power
Of Himalayan hillsides
Prayer flags in the wind
Hammer and chisel stone work
Snow
And the virtuous wishes of all
Sentient beings
Amen