On my way
Back to home
In front of GMCH-32 CHD
In the middle of road
An old man
With bend back
Stick in hand

Trying to stop the vehicle
Passing by
Few ignored
Few took a cut from his side
His hands were shaking
His dressing sense
tells belongs to a good family

I stopped my car and asked
"Do you need any help? "
I had a close look on his stick
An ID card in safety pin
was tied with the handle of stick
Took my car on road side
He said
"Today is fourth Saturday
Eye OPD is closed
Now I forget my way"

Checked his ID card
Made him sit in the car
He felt safe and relaxed
Things were becoming more clear to him

He started navigating
On the way he shared
few life experiences
Blessed us
Number of times in many ways

On reaching his place
He offered a cup of tea
But I thanked him
by saying
"Next time sir"

I was feeling satisfaction
by taking him to his destination

Prayed to God
"Hold my hand
Leave me at destination
Of your choice"
Although I had question in my mind
Whether HIS choice match with my choice?

Days I am unable to look inside
Something pulls me out
I want to go inside to talk to me
To check what wrong is going on

To regulate the scattered thoughts

To streamline pile up work
But something pulls me out

Shows me the fear of work will get left out
I come out to complete the unending work of this world

Neither work get complete
nor I get the inner peace.

This cycle goes on
I sometime call HIM to break this circle
And pull me to embrace
Embrace me as I am

Soul is the mirror
Which shows me every particle of dirt on the face of my mind
Sometimes I ignore
But could not ignore for long

Then with the good deeds of face wash
I try to remove the dirt of those thoughts which makes it dark

On weekends I give services
to God like father
With face cream of his blessings I try to make face of  my mind glow.

With scent of his smile
I carry the fragrance to offer
in the feet  of my prabhu.

Two lines
One you, one me
Go parallel
To reach safe in destination of life

Fog outside

Pollution inside

Make a dangerous combination of smog in mind

Again today I got a msg
Two times in last few days
I get afraid to see red dot
on the inbox of HP

First time I opened
As it asked a question
As I clicked
It displayed a pornographic
content
Which I immediately closed
and blocked it as I thought
But again the box is red
I get an alarm
Might be the same with
Sgg name
It really surprised me
It filled me with anguish and disheartened

We all are here
Well educated
Try to present our emotions in nice way
Many questions araised in mind

Is it a member of HP?

Is it an outsider in disguise of member?

Is it a virus in phone?

Whatever is the reason
Try to sought out the problem

Still the msg from Sgg
Is hanging on the box.

I am rhythm of broken heart
Which creeps at every step of hers
Which is like the broken sounds of  music instrument
Hanging on the wall of my heart

I hear the sounds of her cry
Which my mind send back
to her again with the more frequency

Neither I can get free nor she wants to stop sending the vibrations of those pains
Which raised due to the
broken bond between us

We still are unfinished
song of broken love
Not going to complete in this world

People around us made it more difficult music of my
unfinished life