Skywatcher's Quest

The sound from the chimes of my bedroom sill,
Seeps in me and  awakens a feel.
What if I wasn’t here to be an audience of its art?
And what does it really mean to be a part?

My life in serendipity I have recieved,
After billions of years the universe first breathed.
But how does this trivial form of mine,
Stand against the lights years
And the arrow of time?

Seeking out into the void I discern the braille,
Of the elixir that runs me
playing out on a grander scale.
The more I look up , the deeper I see,
Into the conundrum I call ‘Me’.

Now every thing around is related to me,
More deeply than the eye can see.
All hominids, animals, plants and leaves,
Even the chime and the sound it gives.
Yes , I ‘am’ the Cosmos
 and also the chaos it breathes.
I am the process through which the Universe exists.

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So-many things I want  in life
I wonder whats right or wron
I believe right is the one
Which (despite of being the hardest) makes you move on.

Standing on a sea shore
with the water wetting my knee
I wonder how could I reach
To the place where meets the sky and sea.

I love to watch the Orion's belt
In the airy skies of march
And ponder how beautiful life is
If one vows down to search.

The ground pulls me back
'coz it wants me to stay low
But I belong to the stars
and that's where I'll go

Maybe the sea and sky never meet
But that's what life is
You go on battling and winning
Until death gives you defeat.