Queues and queues
Long scattered lines of vehicles
At every station
Digging for refined black gold
Home and calm and just home
Phone calls unanswered
I had logged off from the world
Logged in within
Reached deep down to my core
To analyse personal and spiritual things
A knock on my door
Morning time
Birds chirping and chattering
Skies unfolding with bright light
A gift of a gallon
Teach us Lord
To embrace the stressless life
One willed from within
Help us keep walking
In the Consciousness of stillness
