"There is plan B to activate
for my final journey"

Grand father told us
He went to hospital for final
Check up

He told doctor to give him form for ***** donation

Doctor said
"There is no use of your old
and torn organs
They will not work for any

Now you will take my body
To my birth place Jind

Where I spent my golden days
In a large joint family
Till age ten not aware
Who was my real mother

Where I stole butter
Hidden from my eyes

I kept alive fire at fire place
To produce hukka to my father in winter days

I came running to get
Rope and tools
When asked by father in fields

My duty was to carry bunddle of grass on head
To feed our hungry cows

I was never given hard work
As my rest six brothers were stout

Where we celebrated
all fervor together

Where my mother took her last breath
I want to sleep in her lap
on my mother land

Washed my face
Looked in my eyes
To check
My inner wellbeing
In the mirror

Facing to rising sun
Yellowish orange in colour
Let the tender warm sunrays

Enter in my body's each cell
To loose all tight bonds

And let blossom the lotus of
Nirvana

Watching a pale yellow leaf
Falling effortlessly from tree
Tree is bidding farewell
As it played its roll well

I live in a universe of my kind
Which is ruled by me
Ruled for me

No one can enter without
my permission

Monk like vibrations create
A new world of imagination

Make the place well cordinated
With the other thoughts in harmony

Some evil thoughts
de-vibrate ,collide, derail
the smooth functioning of
the brain

A constant war between these two

Every one's brain is it's own
Kind of universe

Give strength to the concept of multiple universes

Continous knock
On the door of head

To open the door
By unknown thoughts

I saw through the window of my wisdom
They were thoughts of
Illusion/delusion/confusion

I refused to open the door
They lured in their way
They offered me free gifts
With each glittering packet
Of false pleasures

Greed of free offers
Forced me to open
They all entered haistly and
Abducted me to
A unknown planet

Awaken late night
Jolting few lines
Thoughts hovering mind
Melting from eyes

Reaching heart
Get frozen as ice

Not cooling mind
Sending sensations of
Frost bites