Dear Brother,
I feel sorry
That I couldn’t be by your side.
The darkest days you passed,
The scariest secrets no one ever knew.
The pain that you secretly bore.
I will tell the tales
That reveals the unsung scars.

Hear, O universe!
There’s a Hamlet in the town.
He went unrecognised for generations after generations.
Now that you recognize him,
Heal his wounds, soothe his pains,
All that he has been through.

Dear God,
Now that I know,
I have become my father.
And I deserve my peace.
“Om Shanti, Om Shanti, Om Shanti.”

Dear Brother,
I wish we were happy like we used to be,
I wish we could meet in a parallel universe,
Where we would live happily ever after.
Until then, always remember,
You have always been loved.
You will always be in my heart.
For there is a place reserved,
Where the roots connect to our ancestors. 

In a world full of strangeness,
I am merely a mystic traveler.
While I traveled to seek myself,
I myself became a stranger.
I travel through time.
I travel through the line,

While the world changes,
from an Eastern world to a Western world,
from a postcolonial echo to a postmodern hue,
from a mystic world to a world of desire,
in the realm of reality and desire,
I seek to hold on to my world,
I get swept away in the world,
I try to flow in the world,
I get stuck in my world.

Behold! the Eastern mystic in the western World of desire.
I am the Genie, guardian of the desires,
Tell me seeker, what do you desire?
I desire to belong in the Heart of the Self.
While holding Him in my heart. 

I love you

Not that I

Love you

Because you are

Beautiful or attractive.

Not that when

You smile, brings

Me joy, not

That your eyes

Tells the tale,

of my existence.

But because i

Seek for

A connection to

Make, from the

Earth to heaven,

from sorrows to

joy till the

day, we live.