Displaced

Yes we are displaced children

Of our multi-faceted Creator

And yet

Here we are

Seekers of our own truth

Faltering and steadying

Again and again

Starting off sometime in victim mode

And then veering back to the centre

Our own centre 

Which hold our own pots of nectar

Hidden behind translucent veils

Of self-doubt and self-pity

Can things really fall apart 

When the Centre holds fast.

Pathhik

Kahaan se tu aaya

Kidhar ja raha

Kaun jaanta hai

Beete andheron ko chhod

Ujaalon mein chal

Aur phir ruk waheen

Na hil dul 

Aage picche na ho

Reh tu stthir

Khud apne prem ki chhaya mein

Apne aap se prem kar

Kyunki khud mein hi Khudaai hai