You wake up in the morning

To the chaos of human stampede

As you recollect and relive your last night

You totally miss the morning sunlight.

Beams of questions appear-

Through slightly ajar doors

Through open slits in the windows

Zigzagging through the overhead green canopy

It finds you.

And you look away

Or close your eyes.

You try to work in the noon

amid the mayhem of human voices

As you walk by few trees

You ignore the beckoning of the breeze.

Winds of questions appear-

Blowing over vast mountains

Speeding across plains

Tiptoeing through the concrete forest

It brushes your skin, welcoming you.

And you close your arms

Or close your eyes.

You lie down and close your eyes in the eve

Going through a cauldron of human feelings

Giving the trivial thoughts a long run

You totally ignore the most important ones.

You should be sprinting along with the wind

And sailing over the tides

Going beyond the sun rays

And seeing what’s there on the other side.

While you seek the God, the Creator

You can be one with nature

This is the at-one-ment

Waiting for you after a gritty climb.

So open your eyes and see all you can

Before you close it for the last time.