The more I know myself,
The more I get confused.
Am I as vast as the universe is
Or it is all that exists in me.
The universe that exists in me,
May be I'm lost or going wrong way
"I know that I know nothing"
Like Socrates words say
This point have been faced by many like him,
But do we know what we are looking.
May be the certainty or peace which has been lost,
The frost like illusions over the reality,
But now I can differentiate.
Illusion is love and bonds with which we are chained like prisoners,
Something which we cannot see but feel like it exists.
Buddha's great departure, must have been the act after getting clarity.
Now peace in reality is only left to find.
But I'm no prince with all pleasures,
I'm a girl and with responsibilities.
How can one abscond his family in hard time.
I can bet, even Buddha's great departure would not have been GREAT, if his family needed him.
Today! Territories, society, social norms are kind of chains breaking my courage,
To go out to find what I am made for.
Being a girl I am scared,
Because I read Janki of Ramayana
And about Lakshman Rekha.
Like shiva's aghori, I might need ashes on my body
To disguise my tenderness, from those demon hidden under man.
Or stay under my limits, avoid danger.
Like rest of my race, be worst of my place,
became any ugliest beast to scare,
Without peace and vision that's left unclear.
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Little Of My Life
PoetryHello Dear Reader Honestly! I don't know how to welcome, May be it's because I hardly get social. So let's start straight as the title of my poetry collection 'Little of my life' says stories of me or of any life, love happens to everyone, when peop...
