Lunch Break

A man sitting at roadside eatery,

Sad or tired I can’t say clearly,

An indifferent weather-beaten face,

Feeding out of a thin paper plate,

Its content apparently irrelevant,

Random thoughts crossed my mind,

I don’t know anything of his battles,

For each there are different shackles,

Is he living a life of hardships?

Will mine be a luxury compared to his?

A few minutes passed over pondering,

My lunch break I was squandering,

So I decided to assuage my appetite,

Joining this man at shady joint,

But much time was spent and duty called,

I had to leave without any meal at all.

Twin Flame

It is a story of old,

Of twin flame it was told,

One soul created to perfection,

Destined to wander in separation,

As twin flame in this material world,

To meet and part in cycle of birth,

In multiple planes across time,

To seek the union of emancipation,

Hence I counted my days,

Hoping no desires left to sate,

Sure, there will be no closure,

A void that stays put forever,

Never knew you will come again,

Albeit another face and name,

Here again I am in love with you,

Yet again I am left alone too,

Wasn't this the curse of next life?

To what do I owe the relapse grief?

This anomaly brings me mighty pain,

Weren't we the ‘twin flame’?