Wish I could cry
Over all my
Troubles so I
Could bid them goodbye.
A Train Journey
Time, seen from a moving train, is an object too close;
You realize just after you cross, how fast it goes.
Standing far far away are those
Memories, to the heart, too close;
In Search Of Light
Behind the clouds, streaks of light I see
I want to know what its source would be.
If only they make way soon
Can I see if it's a sun or moon.
There's no-one in this world who lives all alone.
Atleast there's none who can so survive.
None can do all things on one's own.
None has all skills, to by oneself, thrive.
The Horse Or The Rider?
Should the horse be blamed, if the rider lost his way?
Isn't it he, who makes it sway?
Over its eyes, a blinder is wound,