Rambling on... again..

Apni zameen main hoon khud Aasmaan bhi main Apni pyaas bhi main hi hoon Uss pyaas ki raahat bhi main Khud ki khushi to hoon hi Apna hi hoon gam bhi Rakshak main hi to hoon apni Aur shayad apni hi bhakshak bhi Bhanwar mein fassi bhi main hoon Bachne ka sahara bhi Iss safar ka aagaaz bhi main hoon Aur safar ka anjaam bhi Dhoop se tadpana bhi mujhe hai Thandak ki chaaya bhi main Raste ki thokar bhi main hoon Sahara liye ek haath bhi main Raat ka andhera hoon main Chandani ki roshni bhi hoon Savere ki thandak hoon main Aur dhoop ki tadpan bhi hoon Main hi manzil hoon khud apni Main hi hoon apna safar bhi Main hi karwaan iss safar ka Uss karwaan mein main tanha bhi Main hi khud ki hamsafar hoon Hoon apni hi saheli bhi Kab kaise main ban gayi Khud apni hi parchhayi bhi…

Meandering through life Constantly seeking something Which has no shape or form Or even a vague direction Why is it that the conviction never leaves me That its nearby within reach If I could only see through the haze If only I tried harder to find it Its as if once I find it All missing pieces will come together It’ll give me the goalpost address I’ll stop meandering then… Move from being a direction-less stream To a calm and purposeful river Who knows there’s an ocean up ahead Waiting with open arms to welcome her Welcome her with absolute acceptance And whatever she brings with her No judgements, no conditions Just a warm never-ending embrace saying ‘I missed you!’ ‘Where were you my sweetheart? I’ve been waiting so long… Without you my vastness is incomplete And my existness itself – seems wrong’ What will be after I find the direction is so clear Is it even possible that I can be mistaken? That there may not be anything up ahead Except the drudgery of the life I currently lead…