Is it me or is it mine?
I see no difference
Is it mine or is it me
I know nothing
I treasure it as mine
But it treats me as me
The untamed emotions that I feel
They entangle me in the web of chaos
I burn
I cry
I feel
I am them
or are the mine?
I seek a way out
to put off the fire creating havoc in my fragile heart.
I stood there uphigh
like a barren tree- high and mighty
looking down on things like some cranky
unwavered by the waves around me
I stood there just like a barren tree
Lost in my own illusions
I saw myself free
I dare not to bow down to anything
let alone to anymore
but when he came
I stood still
I felt his coming before I saw him
his image blurred due to the falling tears
my mind longing to bask in the glory of the master
This time, I again stood still
with my head bowed down
my eyes glittering in dry tears
heart full of love and bliss
thats how I met my master
