Life,
In an unbothering, unknowing ignorance was cruising...
So silent, so calm, so peaceful and so pleasant...
not a momentary brood over the certain past or uncertain future.
Actions and thoughts .... hand in hand.
Sleeping... was to close the eyes and summon the slave,
to be opened only to the fresh morn's warmth.

Then,
A turn,
which direction?? I fail remembering!
Is it fate? am I destined??
did ego creep in? OR uninvited half knowledge walked in??
A change...Not so sudden but slowly and signally
past began to haunt & future's face turned fierce.

Thinking, thinking...
inconclusive unending unfruitful -- thoughts.
Sleep... seemed a distant relative
& health... to be discovered under dense fog.
Life.. inescapable reality.
Death.. a late comer.
God ..the only hope.