Under the shady tree, the old monk sat;

life – the roughness of a bamboo matt

His eyes were closed, his heart so still;

oblivious to pain, a sharp n’ harsh chill

We are all dreaming the same fucking dream;

desires are endless, their pursuit is the theme

Born in the lap of fate, we aim to rise so high;

we laugh at each gain; on each misery we cry

Greed rules our hearts, neither love nor faith;

into the dark mud we roll, a sniveling wraith

Love and betrayal – two friends and lovers;

inseparable friends and diehard lovers

Walking hand in hand on the path of life;

their shadows becoming one with time

Fate playing merrily, its shiny golden fife;

deep lines etched on faces, still in prime

Oh how our mighty gods fall….

how they fall when we lose our faith

Oh how our stout hearts break…

how they break when we become a wraith

Oh where are you when I need you the most?

My dear friend…. my ancient nemesis

You wrapped in the dark grey shadows;

silent as the deep black crevasses

I need to hear your poisonous whispers;

I need to go down, feeling your cold caresses

For those who look up at the skies with searching eyes;

look all around us, our heaven is here, our hell is here

They are all liars, holy ones with their beseeching cries;

they do not seek your salvation, they simply do not care

Some said they came down from the grey hills;

others called them children of the silent lake

A pair of kind smiling eyes and no other skills;

their warmth was genuine and not at all fake

I have heard that there is peace down below;

silence is a tranquil lake and no dark murmurs

I have heard there is no ego there, high or low;

life is no more a battle, no losers no learners

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So many things are lost, almost each day;

a child may lose a toy or an adult, his heart

We may misplace ourselves, if we go astray;

if our choices in love, are not very smart

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A distant possibility he used to dream;

a hazy perception of a prospect of them

Hope and light were easy to be found;

for they just had to look at the horizon

The birthplace of sun and its golden halo;

a miracle lighting up their small world