this is like a crossword puzzle,
the more i walk,
i get fit, this was not the road to take.
neither the roads trail back,
nor the time permits for me to back.
seems there is puzzle that’ll solve itself,
at its own?
where are these roads wanting to take me to.
when there is something to look forward.
firmness in the steps.
and that if Krisna said,
You kill it.
whaTEVER that is.
Keep this going,
i treasure the times, i just can be myself at work.
and at the same time,
i am living a greater responsibility in larger scheme of things.
my people.their aspirations,
i am breathing,
sometimes i can’t stick to having things organised.
the more of it.
fail miserably at it.
mis-organise every bit of it.
the dry lands provide such lush diversity,
i wonder,what makes it click,this thick.
“Rajasthan” : Era of colour,aura and cheer.
finally,this gives me hope so ample and clear.
life was never awry dry,
and passive sitting depleted and waiting rains,
that may,might not come.
why must i say,
things must be different.
let them be.
let me be.
that’s they call it:
‘the chalk and cheese’.
the young crop has this strange habit,
they love to spend.
i am fine with that,
i am actually upset when they get in debts.
why do they make life difficult as to that end.
i am not going to vouch for their answers.
what all they shall try to feed me.