Philosophy of breath Long intricacy of death Delicacy of all romances Bliss of so-called trances Celibacy of the saints Meaning of sacred chants With the pompous band Not able to understand Philosophy of the whole, For I am a confused soul…
Creation of the creature Procreation of nature Serenity of all beauty Futility of all our actions Impact of all post reactions Gravitational pull of love Tenderness of a flying dove Relation of man and women An oasis in shining sand Not able to understand Craving of human’s goal For I am a confused soul…
All that is here Or all over there, All that happens Before the eyes All that the heart Feels and heals All that the mind Churns and grinds Is a cosmic puzzle Bound and found By the dualities of life, In ambiguities of the world Beyond any comprehension Whole and whole……. For I am a confused soul.
In the alleys of our life Like a crab I do scrawl As I am a confused soul Hence I am a restless soul.
