Long wintry nights I endured, in my eyes lie frozen,
like an orphaned dog I roamed, how many many, lives?
Sniffing at every thing, looking for love immortal,
at times tied down by the unrelenting chain of pain.
A spring in my heart remains still, that spoke unfazed,
of the flowers of the valley, blue mountains and chirpy birds,
that fly crossing limits to sunny lands away and far,
where dreams in many colors flower in mirthful hearts,
Love was an oasis at the far end of the desert,I reached at last after
meandering through desert tracks lined on both sides with cactus
but the oasis I found was long deserted,the spring fully dried,
it turned out to be a mirage, created to trap me forever.
My soul was still a land of light where a wise bird kept on singing,
cheering me to move on, to reach the last and highest peak,
the wise speak about in meditative silence day and night.
it was in sight, beyond the mind, mount Kailash of my dreams,
In the icy lake waters I dipped thrice, and took three circles around,
the morning mist cleared, like burnished gold the mount gleamed,
my climb I started, those golden steps to fulfillment.
