Winter is cold

Books in volumes are still unread;

Movies in reams are still unseen;

Places in tones are there un-trodden.

What, if I miss like one? Resigned.

People sought after are left behind;

Women won over are comets burnt;

Things got with a crush are snake-skin casts.

What, if I leave like one? Resigned.

Knowledge bought and got went to rust;

Skills learnt and stored are mere waste;

Goodwill sown and grown was left behind.

What, if I skip like one? Resigned.

Desires recede; no hunger stays.

Value retreats; no regret rests.

‘I count’ tires; depression dies.

Obsession-less is blissfulness.

With greed at naught, no appeasement;

With needs at ebbs, no need to beg;

All seem alike, I take no side.

Obligation-less is bliss state

Once calves bullied; now I dare bulls.

Beggars were seers, seers now beggars.

Stones then were gods; now gods seem stones.

Fear shedding is happiness.

Craving for the best, seeking the high

And searching for identity

Turn puppet plays to my stale eyes.

Disillusioned, I am cheerful.

Parents are gone; heart’s seasoned.

Siblings are left; heart’s hardened.

Children have left; heart’s frozen.

Detachment assures blissfulness.

Leaves in autumn shed without pain;

Lives, the leaves, must shed in autumn,

When they turn green-less and wet-less.

Unshed leaves are unwanted guests.

Seasons are to everything;

Time is there to everything.

Be ready to leave in autumn,

By when turn green-less and wet-less.

To live in winter

Is to pass through hell.

23.03.06