You wake up in the morning To the chaos of human stampede As you recollect and relive your last night You totally miss the morning sunlight. Beams of questions appear- Through slightly ajar doors Through open slits in the windows Zigzagging through the overhead green canopy It finds you. And you look away Or close your eyes.
You try to work in the noon amid the mayhem of human voices As you walk by few trees You ignore the beckoning of the breeze. Winds of questions appear- Blowing over vast mountains Speeding across plains Tiptoeing through the concrete forest It brushes your skin, welcoming you. And you close your arms Or close your eyes.
You lie down and close your eyes in the eve Going through a cauldron of human feelings Giving the trivial thoughts a long run You totally ignore the most important ones.
You should be sprinting along with the wind And sailing over the tides Going beyond the sun rays And seeing whatβs there on the other side.
While you seek the God, the Creator You can be one with nature This is the at-one-ment Waiting for you after a gritty climb. So open your eyes and see all you can Before you close it for the last time.