Thy Hardest Truth in Me

The bitter truth of far loneliness

And the utter cry of killing time

Every winter speaks out the same truth
I am shattered at the world chaos

When cartoons makes my kids day

And a plethora of work schedules

Keeping me busy yet lonely

Then the vendors on the road

Rotten tomatoes and onions at bay 

The scenes I see every day

The rickshaw driver demanding more

And every bus is crowded and fast steady

The shops covered with colored 

Cuisines, curtains, dresses and what not

The books and music which piles me up

Still the lonely heart quench for that one

And that only a lonely heart can tell

Still my mental desire for that one

Keeps me into my knowledge quests

And more

The out of body, the black holes,

The tangents, neon’s, Orion and

Even Medulla Oblongata

Makes me interesting so that

I keep myself busy with everything

Still I am missing something deep down

As I reach as high as you Lord

Still that quench for my aim is missed

As I walk through my life

Not even near my destiny bound aim

Still wish for an outbreak of that quest

Too far…and deep hatred

Painstakingly hurt every bit of it

Still want to make my aim

And each body cell aches at the whim of it

Not more for a thirsty beast of me

And I know the harder I steep

The harder it is

As I lay on my death bed

Cancerous stinking in deep
And I am near you Lord

What I wanted day in and day out

That Enlightenment is also called

Crucify and Resurrection!

Which I always wished this life