Observation

Sometimes, for no reason I am sad,
Yes I am lost,
Carried away by sad thoughts,
It is not easy to break the thought pattern,
Often I forget the importance of observation,
The habit is cultivated through
Years of meditation.
Being into it, I stay…I stay,
And suddenly it happens.

A Little Brave

If I rush, they run faster,
And eat me up.
If I go slow, it is painful.
To a certain extent, I have to hear them.
Suddenly, they lose their grip on me,
And I become a little more brave,
Than I was before.

Poison Turing into Gold

It peeks through the window,
What is hidden inside.
It might turn into gold,
If the poison is not gulped or thrown.
Despite the mess, I go for a slow walk,
It surprises me every time—
When I return, I am happy again.

Why to control?
One day, sitting in the park alone,
No hurry, no rush to return home,
The laughter of a child,
I realize how simple innocence is –
Nothing in a child seeks to control,
Life takes care of everything.