Sunday, June 2, 2013

Unending Pursuit


Sometimes in the faded photos hanging on the wall
Through the lines inscribed on my palms sometimes

Sometimes following the feet of wandering saints
Echoing in sermons of clerics sometimes

Sometimes with swords unleashed to revolt
In chained soul resigned to the fate sometimes

Sometimes drifting along with the crowd
Sitting silently besides compassionate friends sometimes

In kings, sometimes in Gods
Listening patiently to counsels of mom sometimes

Searching alone has JEET been for long
Sometimes in Nanak, Sometimes Budhha, through Kabeer sometimes