A poem of guidance upon this mystical journey of life.

Don’t burden your heart
with ugly thoughts.

Just a handful of dust
the lost sight of eyes
a dwindled flower
which lost its color and fragrance
a ruined patch of land
a barren field of decay
my face has been mutilated
my body left to rot till eternity
my soul lost in the cosmic grid.

Nothing is borne out of the dead
Gold cannot be made out of lead
Once the sparrow of soul flits away
the body becomes the food of worms.

Every rise has a fall
every fall sprouts newer world.

Perhaps, good and evil enjoin
to balance the universe!
This equilibrium or would you call it chaos
seems nothing but consciousness!

I did not fall off the bed.
Only You winked at me?

From start to end.

Lovers Hearts.

The Eye of Mind too is a misleader
Mostly takes you away from the Truth
Find recourse to your Heart
It beats all the time within your breasts.