For one day at a time
A day passed another
Like soldiers marching ahead
I stand as a spectator
Hearing the drums
The monotony, yet firm
Taking the orders
Obedient.. Choiceless… Voiceless
Do I see hopeless as well?
Time… The great humbler
If one is marching along
As a spectator,
– Deepti Vishwanath
To be born like a wave in ocean,
A momentary distinction
And all the joys and sorrows to hold on to then
How real is that?
All relations and achievements,
All gains, possessions and giving aways!
When, the wave will dissolve away
Back to being ocean
Would the limited experience be so valuable then?
I thought this,
My heart flooded
With uninterrupted joys
Of the manifold,
Of no fear of separation or loss.
Ah! The ride as the wave became precious
For, it made me recognise the water!