কবিতার পাতা

Author : Dr. Ashok Chakravarthy Tholana

I am a solitary traveler
Travelling the paths of life,
Days and years roll over
Detach and slip like dry leaves
By the invisible winds of time
Only to get blown-off
Deep into the layers of past.
Life ….
At times a turbulent ocean
At times a nightmarish dream
At times a delightful illusion
At times a fleeting glorification;
Living in fleecing delusions
With presence of mind at times
With erratic bent of mind at times
Rarely can someone reach
The precincts of enlightenment
By climbing the steps
Of desirelessness
Of selflessness
And ‘the ultimate’ righteousness.