I step down from the vehicle
My feet say they can’t do it anymore
Then the baggage remind me of tasks to be performed
And I put on the persona and walk through the door

I walk through the throngs of people
Each with a destination in mind
Me, the sole wanderer of my destiny
Move on within the constraints of time

I gaze through the gates of understanding
Trying to figure out the meaning in each eye
When my sight lands on the mirror
And I am struck by the vagueness inside

I sit amidst loved ones
Listening to the hustle bustle of everday lives
Within a whimper chokes me
Memories and worries playing with my mind

I switch on the idiot box
Flipping the buttons of its mouse
When pictures of disaster shake my soul
And I am filled with horror and futility of it all

More such events occur around
Anger,Frustration and I wonder the presence of that divine
When a little child smiles at me
And I realize yet there’s beauty in the rhythms of life

There’s something about the sound of silence
There’s immense pleasure in an artist’s work
Within these confines lies the art of living
Tuning the strings and strumming the chords!!