Saturday, July 21, 2012

A chance arrive...

The chance arrive
To this evening prayer with incense laden dive..
Reminded me how in the winds of change got adrift...
Leaving vacant my once favourite seat...
On that carpet with saffron hue...

This chance arrive...
To the place of my blessed life...
Again...again pulls me hard...
Needled me with a broken shard...
Why?why?left the place...
Why from peace took to mess?

Wish here to stay back...
Wish all paths to here wrap...
But for a drifter like me...
Can there again a seat be...


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