Monday, 28 January 2013


In the winding  streets of uncertainty

 I wander  aimlessly in search of familiarity

Whichever  shop I  hesitantly enter 

There are but  strangers

Strangers selling  strangest of objects 

Penniless and empty! 

As I rush out embarrassed with myself 

The mind in me wonders  

Is that  really what I wanted ?

Once the rosy flush of novelty fades away ! 

What will I do with all the  strangeness 

 Penniless As I am; what will I offer in return ? 

How will I ever come to know !

If my lonesome heart keeps running away !

In life's embroiling, ever changing bazaar 

How long can i keep bargaining  with my soul ? 

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