When nothing remains
In my hands or slotted store
Or comes in my way,
When everything goes away
Out of my control or vision
Beyond my tried and tested reach,
When circumstances make a dent
And deep dark hole in soul
In my mental peace and composure,
I leave everything right then
On the wings of fleeting time,
And I smile to my pinching sadness
While waiting for the pensive mood
Finally to get rid of the blues
To tide over painful stresses.
I accelerate soaring aimlessly
As wanton as homeless clouds
In the barren sky of pensiveness
Till I perch on a meditative tree
Rather on its introspective branch
And then a little bit later...
After a second thought given to it
I make an inward way to happiness
Ever and ever inherent within.....!