I wish to drown myself in the stream of the unknown, With my hands and feet tied....
How do you spend your hours of solitude might just reveal a lot about you. Even if it does not to the outer world, you do know about it..
I was walking to the temple for some rest - my eyes had not slept for ages and were weary and tired, my body had not rested for lives and begged for some shelter,
With Her blessings, I can now see the greedy dark faces of the Madhus and Kaitabhas within me, soaked in lust and ego, and the Mahishashuras who are every now and then ensnaring me with quench-less thirsts.
"Wake up the song, that had died in this long dream, Wake up the music, that had long been lost in the caves of lust, in the stream of name and fame,"