In the mirage of mirror
Difficult it is to distinguish between truth and fake
Remove that layer of lens on your eyes
And the fake shall rattle like a snake

Thirst is the aim for quest,
It keeps inspiring to find more and more;
Otherwise, satisfied we would sit,
And lazily rest on the shore!

The songs of separation
Are not always full of pain
Often they talk of the fondness
That flows in the lovers’ veins…

The heart is delighted by the first,
The other makes the mind go numb;
Happiness and gloom like twins,
Holding the hands together come!

Discarded lay all the dreams
In the bin of unwanted things
Till you came and set them free
And, to soar, gave them wings…

In your quest for peace within, you follow several paths. Over a period of time, the path which is meant for you shows up just like the opening up of petals of a bud. Tread on it and make the world more beautiful!