The Quest
Moments go by
Lost in existence
Curtains busy with deft moves
The wind conducts so skillfully
Mango trees bathed in sunshine
Fruit tits hanging like tiny toddlers
Flower plants swaying their heads
The summer morning soothes my mind
The faint blue sky looks as a limpid sea
The fan moves furious in the orbit
Someone viscid to his favorite tunes
A few voices of birds and humans
A peek in, a glance out
A cup of tea on the table
Aaloo paranthas to savor
Like a king, sitting on a throne, lost in thoughts
A sip of tea, aroma of dish, taste on my buds
I look at the curtains and the dulcet dance
Take the delight to my heart to stay
How many times have I seen the act
And every time I admired and left there
To be forgotten in the tides of time
The mundane things though rejoice us much
The guys ignore as the poor in the street
The raw fruits will sway in the gaunt stems
And will be plucked when they peak
The guys will eat and cheer in their souls
All moments will be buried away
In the sepulcher of nothing
The quest
Before my eyes close to all moves
I want to pour love in and love out
Drink juice out of the stones
Touch petals in the violent shells
I want to surge all my thoughts
On the bosom of the ocean of existence
And mingle into all what I know
And what I crave to fathom
What impels one to hug dust to chest
What provokes to cut a guy into pieces
Perhaps time will tell
Why we come and play different
The sedge over our eyes
The veil over our hearts
Who will tangle it all
One above and perhaps below
Does surround us all
Some flock to that
Some believe that not
But who knows for sure
Till the shroud prevails
Till the breathing lasts
The quest does go to something
Or to nothing !
©Harish Mamgain
