People call him the eternal hitchhiker,

he hitches rides onto shooting stars

Hoping to reach some peaceful planet,

away from all the chaos, the raging wars

But each time he hitches a ride,

he pays a certain heavy price

He pays it with a piece of his heart;

each time sadly, an odd roll of dice

The man was tired of walking for long in the cold desert. The sand was almost silver and stung his feet with the chill from last night. An equally tired grey sun failed to warm the sand grains. And then when he had almost lost hope, Green Tara suddenly appeared out of thin air.

The man fell to his knees, joined his hands in supplication and addressed the goddess:

‘O Green Tara, the tear drop of Avalokiteshvara;

have mercy on me for I have sought you for long

You are the goddess of all those who are lost;

and I have lost myself, correct me if I am wrong’

I am aware I am walking the right path;

I am sure I have lost my way forever

I am aware there is a God in heavens;

I am sure I have lost my faith however

Conflicts rage between me and myself;

contradictions, both stupid and clever

Each one of us, you and me and even them all;

we walk many paths, different yet much alike

We laugh and we cry and we love and we hate;

we smile many smiles, different yet much alike

Receding deep into yourself, being enfolded in layers;

blanking out the chaos of complicated relationships

Tightly wrapped within a cocoon of your icy cold self;

the harsh and cruel reality, the one and final eclipse

That is your nirvana, that is your long torturous bliss;

that’s what’s written by fate, in all its useless scripts

I am almost always thinking,

and then overthinking what I have thought

That’s what I do all the time,

thinking about what thinking has brought

Arrrrrrrrrrrgh!!!!!!!!!!

Sometimes you just wanna scream at something…anything at all;

sometimes you just wanna scream at someone….anyone at all

You wanna shout in order to make God bend down and listen;

you wanna shout till your voice echoes in the heavenly hall

But in the end you just are forced to scream at yourself;

and the noise is deafening within the confines of your head