another secret

I was never bothered

about your untold secrets

until you told me

about their existence...

,..

from wisdom to freedom ...

Bodhi tree of the Autumn.

Buddha was sitting with his eyes closed,

under the not so intense branches.

The wisdom was waiting to fall

as one among the withering leaves.

‘What the fuck is he doing, sitting here?’

started thinking

a crow on the tree.

If withering is wisdom,

then flying is

F

R

E

E

D

O

M.

yours and mine

There are too many stories floating around.

Just that one never gets to read all of them.

,..

another way - here and there

write eternally and speak not

you can then disown the words...

,..

musically...

life's music can never be heard
but to be listened...

,..

road to all directions

I just can't reach you
not because I can't travel
not because I don't know the route
just that
I lost my sense of direction a long ago.

,..

isn't it now?

sometimes life is so simple
and that time is now

,..