SwamiSays"It’s Me"

If I had been just me,
I would be thou;
As I am them,
I am theirs; not thy;

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SwamiSays"On the roads of Bangalore"

Everyday, I walk the lane lonely though, 
            The roads are crowded;
My journey is incomplete, 
            As only roads were filled and not me;
One day, she walked along, 
            Not just on roads, into my life;
I took her to every nook & corner, 
            Of my daily clutter;
She stood by me, 
            At places where I stumbled and stopped;
She listened to me, 
            Those words what I blabbed;
She was kind and caring,
            To what I was sharing;
She is calm and composed as ever,
           Many times when I was rude and harsh;
I walk and talk in vein,
           She walks the talk with no pain;
I was happy to have her, walk my life,
           I knew, she was happy too;
She was always silent and less talkative, 
          For to cherish within and not let go;
A bit of her was revealed to me later,
          For she, had always known me better;
That day, My Mom walked along,
         Not just on roads, but into my life;
Today, though we are distance apart, 
         Our thoughts are tight to depart;
Now, I walk the lane lonely though,
         My filled memories accompany;

 

more fascinations to be continued
swami