Gautamji

The threads of love are precious and fragile, don't break them, with nary a thought. Once broken they do not join, even on tying the ends, they leave a knot.

We live in an RPG, we the avatar thinking that we are the one who is in control. Never knowing the actual player driving us. The avatar sees no score, he sees no maps, he sees nothing cause he is trapped, Trapped in this game world, one life to the next. Reincarnating in different times, in different forms. Living whole lifetimes accumulating score. The score called karma. The player, the soul.

Far away somewhere, when the day goes to rest, The dusk sneaks up, shyly. Like a newlywed bride. And here, in the courtyard of my dreams, someone lights up a lamp Sometimes, when with no reason at all my breaths become heavy and my eyes well up with tears unshed With a flutter, lovingly, someone caresses me, but I cannot see her.. I cannot see her.. Sometimes these hearts are unable to touch and somewhere else, emerge connections deep and old The problem was such, it made my own heart the enemy belonging to me, yet bearing the pain of another. Only my heart knows all my secrets deep How I lost all my dreams, so golden These dreams, these alone are mine, I won't ever let their reminisces go away from me

Sitting and wondering, on this chair Alone in this room I wallow in despair This unexplained feeling of doom, this mind numbing spirit leeching gloom