I stood at the centre of it all
your attention and your promises,
and yet, it was ink
on brittle pages
that held me like roots hold the dead.
these words held me in ways
your arms never did,
and your presence never could.

Krishna whispered—
"Act, but seek not the fruit,"
Only then will the soul be freed,
Only then will the cycle recede.

"Lose yourself in devotion,"
And the web of attachments will shatter,
"Light the lamp of wisdom,"
And ignorance will no longer matter.

When nothing remains mine or yours,
Only then will I touch the divine shores,
When "I" no longer remains,
Only then will "I" truly reign.