Do you want me to guide you
On the roads trodden, sometime paved by me, in the ancient past?
And you want me to do it,
For the sake of you being able to balance yourself on your way?
And that too after i came to know that all it ends in, is an illusion of satisfaction, a mirage of being successful?
And not the real success, which lies in the truth lying naked in our hearts,
And not the satisfaction which sublimes in the closed eyes.
And you want me to suffocate in the air that i inhale? With the thought of being corrupt in my own definitions, as they hold today?
Knowing well that i am capable of
Making you a master of the techniques you practice
I hereby submit myself to my self,
On the roads trodden, sometime paved by me, in the ancient past?
And you want me to do it,
For the sake of you being able to balance yourself on your way?
And that too after i came to know that all it ends in, is an illusion of satisfaction, a mirage of being successful?
And not the real success, which lies in the truth lying naked in our hearts,
And not the satisfaction which sublimes in the closed eyes.
And you want me to suffocate in the air that i inhale? With the thought of being corrupt in my own definitions, as they hold today?
Knowing well that i am capable of
Making you a master of the techniques you practice
I hereby submit myself to my self,
And not to the aura of 'belief' of being better..
