Filling pages,
meditating sages,
four stages,
everything ages,
nothing called wages

Is it really opium
What can be done bare minimum
If one's Life is lacking momentum
It is the solution leaving this stadium
And joining the so called Universal kingdom
Or is it all mere fanaticism

So many voices it's deafening
Everyone trying to be leading
Background noises I'm not understanding
It's your area keep elaborating
But that's one opinion you're insinuating

Repetitive rigorous rigid remains
Sacrosanct seamless sentiment synthesis

Several colours but it's the same sketch
Saying other ones are pale is a stretch
Look closely for meaning around the hedge
And tie up these so called loose edge

Drawing lines and boundaries for the minimal
You're the nadir and I am the pinnacle
You're alien and i am aboriginal
The condition is mingle with us or become invisible
We have the numbers game you're vincible
Soon you'll become fictional and then apparitional

Jumbling Belief,
Mumbling Chief,
Attaining Relief,
Causing Disbelief!

Taking middle path instead of a road
Followed the river from its origin to where it flowed
Sat there with my eyes closed
Waited there like a sunflower till the sun glowed

Love for all is the message
Keep mingling with people in this life’s cottage
So your exit from here becomes an easy passage
Fire, mud and box in the end we all have the same linkage.