LEFT OVER CONVERSATIONS ....

What is left to come across?
everything seems to be lying open
fatefully exposed
before i could reach.

Potbellied realities
were reluctant to change
they seemed to retire
with confusions of shadows and full stops.

There seems to be
so many footsteps leading to seclusion
no longer was it an unknown shore
where waves were oblivious
to the manuscripts they left behind

Isolation was a printout
from a computer terminal
even expanses were trimmed fingernails
Nothing seemed to hold on
to the unknown

Discovery had burnt its fingers
with over used realisations
Discovery possessed no mystery
To conceal with
the blunt side of the neon

The childhood hideouts
became exhibition centres
a trading place of values
the prices of guitars
did not form revolutions anymore
while there was this advent
of 'being instant'
it was a nerve

A disorder
which kept evolving
to maintain me
'being instant' was a doctrine
there was no time for insights to take place
'being instant'
was finding completion
in every aspect
i could feel hear or see
'Being instant' was a civil code
a thought provider

All those arguements
for whom and for why

Oh Master
i have come to you once again
Several times i have awoken
at your feet
without wisdom
several times
i have been left
with hollowness as my guide
Master give me the roots
to plant within me
or give me the feeling
left by the hesitation of adolescent rains

Even pretense
has assumed a glow
it has become an identity
with an outlandish name
how far will i have to travel
before i really find
perhaphs i guess
i will never know

He smiled
and watched me in the eye
lying naked
my inner being
in front of me
was i dead or alive
in this life
this reincarnation
was an infant of me
why has he left me with my birth?

It was about to stir
and come alive
how could he do this?
before i knew
the answers were breathing
within me
filling up all the empty spaces
that i managed to exist with

The last frontier is urself
and that reasons
were never followers
while logic was a madness
and caution..
will not become a society..