Are you an epitome of truth, or are you an enigma with an enormous amount of patience?
Are you a bag full of joy, or are you an empty bag, who is living without any coy?
Why won't you harm even a fly, by covering your face as a sign of your love?
Why will you try to save this bloody Universe as much as you can, when most of us aren't ready to bow?
You will go fasting and die if you want;
Whereas we tend to live faster and lie, both of which you can't.
Both your body and soul are stark naked.
My body and soul are filled with hunger, lust, pain, sin, feelings & so on; hence they are fully baked.
You left the perks of life and live as a bondless vagabond.
For getting those materialistic luxuries, I too roam; but with a fragile inner bond.
You wish to get over your wishes.
In my case, my wishes are getting under the real 'me'.
Your name refers to the limitless Sky and it's countless directions.
The broom made from fallen feathers of peacocks in your hand, looks like it will clean and cool down my inner spirit's advections.
Show me the path of real love and light.
I want to hold on to your teachings, which will lead me to witness my real might.
© Stellar Ram 2018