Whither questions?

Questions are asked,
answers demanded,
but does anybody ever think,
asking questions is not a wise thing?

Had there been answers any,
to the questions infinite,
there would have been no cacophony,
of those cutting words of granite!

What is not,a question?
Live or die,love or hate?
Struggle or succumb,win or lose?ah!destiny and fate!
All of them are questions,the biggest ones indeed.

Why live?
why not die
whom to love?
whom not to hate?
why struggle?
why not succumb?
where is my destiny?
was that my fate?
why try to win?
Is it bad to lose?

To answer these questions,
the harder you try,
the more of questions,
for yourself you buy.

Making enquiries,stop for a while,
discover how lovely,is an ignorant smile.
This life is too short to analyze,
start living it,forget to scutinize.

Coming to you,my love!

The road was lonely,
the clouds dead,
the sky on fire,
the wind gusty,
blowing into my face.

Had many miles to go,
many ghosts to slay,
many things to hear,
many things to tell,
ah! a dream to live.

"Abort!", a friend said,
"foolish!", a tree whispered,
"insane!", a carriage rattled,
"die!", jealousy said,
"Go on!",but, my heart said!

Ah!you smile in my heart,
you alleviate all pain,
you whisper a song,
you paint my love,
And this world seems lovely.


Let the heavens conspire,
let the sea boil,
let the mountains burn,
But nothing stops me,
I need salvation,
And you are my rain of salvation!
"Keep waiting, I am coming to you,my love!"

...when I sit alone.

The times when i sit alone
with myself,
nothing around , nobody within,
neither friends abstract,
nor anything friendly,abstract.
Not even the ghosts of past,
or the future beckoning-
which i know is finite.


The times when no smiles,
play on my face,
When no trivial tear trickling,
cascades down my weeping countenance.
When there are no bustling laughters
or murky moans,
the times when i sit alone.


When i dive within my soul,
fishing within,searching,
I try to find my identity,
the validity of my deeds,
the motive of my thoughts,
the need of my existance,
ionly find the turmoil increasing.
Ah! I want to know who I am,
the times when i sit alone