In search of You I move around
The quest never seems to end.
A lost soul-
I am knocking on your door.
Worldly challenges I took
And accomplished what I could.
‘A little bit of everything
But a great deal of none.’
Emanating from various forms
And designs is your hidden face
Limited time I have to navigate
Through these million waves.
This seeking placed by You in human mind
Comes too in various forms and kinds
Evolves with nature’s demand
On place and time.
What mattered yesterday
Matters not today.
What matters today will soon
Become a thing of past.
So I live with what matters to me most
A day spent in peace reading poems.
It’s a day where search for You ends.
It has resemblance of Your hidden face.
7.14. 2018
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