Yearn

My attention is distributed,
My aimbition is scattered,
My Love is dispersed,
And, am away from my Maa...

The love of nature,
The sprinkle waters on my shoulder
Reminds me back of streams of water
That does not cares of surrounding
But, flows to different directions..
Based on the currents that prevails!

How scary are the moment
That belongs to me
But depends on others to make it.

How wary are these eyes
Which once used to wait
And now use to threat!

How dairy are these nozzles
That it always get wet
To know its traumatic sense of humor..

Above all I did not forget the Supremeness
In becoming Neutral
That neither belongs to You
Nor, belongs to me!

I and You are just existence
But Soul is preliminary role
That is continuously playing
Either in you or me
Where nobody has control
But the eternal power of its existence.

However is the dealing momentum
Ultimate is the funeral of pyre
That witness the ashes of emotions!

Every desire exists until its achievement
And, every fire does exist with its ignition
Then, why not get it lighten up
With its change in momentum..

Always a bombardment on
Negative and positive charge
Keeps the current flow
Then, why not let it happen
To keep the emotions on go..

How weird are all kind of thinking
Neither it let me live
Nor it lets me leave!

A Contiguous recuperation..