A path of self-discovery and self-realization, on a quest to find his soul, Dharmesh writes about….
Fruitcakes and milkshakes,
On evenings by the lakes,
A cup of tea, some lemonade,
Soon you’ll find me dead.
I am not you, nor meant to be.
I am your ghost lingering to see
All you’ve done, all you’ll do.
I won’t come out of closet to say, ‘Boo!’
I have seen your face behind the smile,
The odour behind enchanting perfumes.
I have known meanings of your words senile
And meaningful, what every fool only assumes.
I am you, just a step back.
Your reaction to every thought,
Your doing of abilities you lack,
Real beggar after all you’ve bought.
Oh! I know you perhaps too well,
You keep me shut behind glistening eyes.
I leak sometimes when words don’t sell.
Some truth in you every night dies.
I try to speak in bustling crowds,
It’s hard for you to hear me out.
As the voices drown you in their shrouds
I die underneath suffering from gout.
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Poetry lover? Check out Gitanjali: A Collection of Indian Poems by the Nobel Laureate
