From here the mountain of dream ends,
And the ocean of the infinity invites.
The birds chirping and hustles of the oak,
Echoes a known crowd, experiences.
With a thousand mutiny in mind
There are enough miles in this journey,
Of love, lust, grief and undying zeal
To add more and more, to go on and on.
A moment transforms all meaning.
Like a tattered cloth I shall drop now,
The thoughts, the dreams so dear
In sand dunes of the deserted summer.
These people are now my living spirit,
Their needs are my colossal columns,
To strengthen them assures a roof.
The famine in those faces now impel
To conquer the dream of past ages.
A moment transforms all meaning.
Hermit to hermit will pass on my baton
Of love and lead the unseen kiln in storm.
Like life, death too has a meaning unturned,
Our pebbles and stones do not make
Castles of eternity, or save us in grave.
Feed the sunken lips of someone, someday
Under scorching sun or cold winter moon.
Then our soul would not wander ever
As a moment transforms all meaning.
The Soul's Whisper 