The ways of being
I cannot comprehend
Exploring the infinity
Beyond my ken
What I love most about existence
Exploring the infinity
Beyond my ken
What I love most about existence
But I noticed
Anywhere I stood in India
I could see someone
Selling something
To someone else
I peer into their world
Try to understand what they see
How they see it
It helps me see
The nuance in my own world
In my own perception
Every now and again
I notice people
Peering back at me
A moment most illuminating
As it reminds me
Look at yourself, through their eyes
And so, I wonder
What do they see?
How do they see me?
The world seems
No smaller, no larger
As it crashes down
Beloved’s paean expressed
In exquisite
Architectural glory
Brought to ground
By notes of sorrow
Though beauty undiminished
Cast by the weak glow
Of a wan sun
Frustrated by the dull grey
Of the everyday
He stood apart
Waiting for trains
For the one
Which never arrived on time
And for the one
Which would never arrive
The beauty of an amber sky
Belies a failure
Of political will
And the premature deaths
Of millons
Hints at
Beauties lushly graced
Forever lost
Long stripped away
So close my eyes
To fill the space
With grandeurs from
Another time
In others
I see
Another reflection
Of me
Sometimes
I see
Neither mirror reflects
Real me
If I shut my eyes
I see
The me I am without need
To be