I stood in front of a little wooden box
Mellow at first touch,
And coarse by the next
Curious, I slid open its crest.
It had two pairs of glasses
One rimmed with a golden frame
The other all rotten and rust
I decided, that try them I must.
Essays of a Wandering Mind!
I stood in front of a little wooden box
Mellow at first touch,
And coarse by the next
Curious, I slid open its crest.
It had two pairs of glasses
One rimmed with a golden frame
The other all rotten and rust
I decided, that try them I must.
My mind is lost
In the mystic land
The one I hear in yore
A legend that is now long gone!
And here I lie
Trapped in ethereal waters
Of joy and sorrow,
Of ecstasy and pain,
Of life and death!
Ever fancied wishing something
That can never be yours?
Ever thought of things that could
Never happen in the first place?
I do all the time. And to tell you the truth,
I wish such things, every second of my existence.
I am my own merry misery.
I am a happy solitude.
I am warmth, affection and love.
I am beyond mortality.
I am inside you and outside too.
I am that spirit called ‘life’.
Man finds the perfect way to attain peace
And in a moment of generosity decided
To write it down for the future to see!
Another came and had a look at it and thought
‘These are words worth more than gold’
And shared it for more to see.
Then came another who felt he should probably
Publish his views on the great document.
And yet another felt he had found a flaw!
And so on and so forth till the inevitable happens
And the contents of the greatest artifact
Is lost in individual explorations.
Standing amidst the stench
Of the one thousand dead men
That he had heaped on the bloody ground
The warrior, clad in his unyielding armor
And brandishing a razor sharp sword,
Thumped his chest and laughed at the world.