Why We Give Up - A Poem

Days, Months and Years

The days, months and years pass

Yet, I am still the same and different.

Every day, I feel

That I am a older than

Yesterday, Every month I feel

That I am bolder than

Last month. Every year I feel

That I am broader than Last year;

The days, months and years are to come

But my present is

Waiting for something

That is not bound to

Days, months and years,

I do not know

How long I have to

Wait for the life

To come to an endless harmony,

The days are such That I feel that I am trying to

Know why they are so.

So are the months 

But they are not

So near to life 

As the days are,

But the years are such

That I feel that I am trying to

Join them in

The eternity of the life,

I find something

That is most amazing

That this world

Want to shape my years.

But when I find the sincerity

That comes from it in me

I do not amaze any more.

The days, months and years have passed

Whatever comes and goes leaves something behind

So that I may reflect

And recall it in the mirror of my mind.

I went to fight

With this world of circumstances and incidents

But wait, I lost. Then I went to

Fight with myself

Yes, I am on the path of victory

But this victory will Cost me something

That is beyond

My approach and understanding,

It will cost me the life,

Yaw the life of ego, that fogs it, but

Mostly seems the real life

However, it is the virtual life, and

It will cost me the virtual life

To attain the real life, the self-felt, and

That I cannot have before I will defeat myself,

In the battle of reality,

Everything is same

But the meanings

Are so different

I see everything different

But always find something

Common among everything,

I wander here and there

With the hope

That this wandering will come

To an end,

In the unbroken yoke

My life is slave of

The things which

Can see freedom only when

The yokes of my life

Are broken,

I went to search righteousness

But found that it was

A gift from Mother Nature,

I went to search truth

But come to know

That it was not outside

But it was inside where

I have to hold it fast.

I went to search purity

But faced the fact

That it was effort of the soul

But by nature it was beyond

The days, months and years

Of my life, It was inside me

And outside was just the illusion of its projection.

I went to search holiness

But shame to me

That I went to search it,

Without knowing that It dwells where the truth was.

When I closed

The windows and doors of my heart

I found that I was not there

So I opened then again

To see if I was outside I was inside but

When I was inside I was no where I do not dare to

Close the windows and doors

Of my heart

Because the mirror of

My heart does not show

The image of my life

Without the light of the truth

That falls on it

When the windows and doors

Are open wide.

One day I went to

Find out how this world

Takes things which are

So significant to the reality of life,

I saw someone crying

Because somebody had stolen his money,

Suddenly, the reality of life

Poured the truth behind it I felt sorry for the thief

Because from him

The honesty was stolen I thought it may be easy

To earn that money,

But how hard it will be

To earn that honesty

That has been stolen,

I saw years and days fighting,

What I can gain in years

That can be lost in days.

So I turn around

To see if there is

The hope which can

Be the reality of life.

And I find it always

There, among the shadow

Of falsehood of the lies,

The days, months and years are

Going with me and I shall

Leave them as these are

But before I leave them I want to know them

Not from away but Very close face to face.

First they called me

And now I am calling them.

In the echoes of these callings

I want to find the way

Where these callings should be

Just one of the calls,

However, without any echo,

Well, I know for the certain

That I cannot do it, I may hold the earth

But I cannot hold

The weightless callings from

The days, months and years,

Wait, I know one

The one, who can do it,

I went to find Her.

Here and there but I could not find.

Then I stopped wandering

And found Her in me.

She revealed to me

That the ego and pride which

Has come from me was

The cause of the echoes

Those were like the dark spots

On the light of

Days, months and years of my life

I seek to hold Her word fast

So that the days, months and years

Of my life May reach the liberty and freedom

To know clearly that

Bhagouauty, some has been called and guided

On this way of humanity by Mother Nature

For searching and researching Peace

Yaw, the Peace for all.

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