Should I write anymore
As this play unfolds
Tossing my path between
Pillar and Post
I knock myself out
In this endless charade
Of meaningless words
And life's dismay
Does it end I ask
End is the beginning you say
What then is this
Timeless and still true
This life rocks on
throwing me into its folds
While I surface for air
Of Knowledge that cannot be told
I think I see the ray
that exists at all instances
Of this lie called I
Only to ask if there is an end
Nay say You
Who is none other than I
Confused, I go on....
Sat Chit Ananda
