A dedication

And I have this night, supposedly
The full Moon silently reflects
Another lonely soul, may be
For billions of years, they say.

What's in a crowd that laughs aloud?
Answers, unknown, might seek solitude,
 Feathers still remain but the bird doesn't
I have this room, this night and memories abundant.

(Inspired by "Aj jotsna raate" by Rabindranath Tagore)

The Starving Stranger

"I am dying of starvation",
Said the man with the bow;
His quiver was empty
And his eyes pictured sorrow.

"My life revealed itself", he said
Lines of regret along his forehead,
"What you search for, is your fuel
And your search must not be answered!"

Was he a soldier, I wondered
Or was he a mere hunter?
His feet bled and his voice echoed,
"Every passion ends in disgrace!"

He spoke like a hermit, a defeated sage
His arms seemed weak, signed by age;
"I have food but I cannot eat,
 I have answers but have no need."

Finally he spoke directly to me,

"I starve for ignorance,
 For ignorance is bliss.
 Renounce Renounce Renounce
 For you are not Him."