No Vision

It is possible

To live without hope

Prospect of a future

You just follow

The flow and the moment

Eventually we end up lonely

But the true

Conundrum is to rise again

Find meaning and purpose

The Boat

Life is like about

A small steamship

Traveling through

Troubled water

In an

Until we sink to the bottom

Starting the eternal journey

We are always one or more

Not only one

However lonely we feel

Returning

Lost forever and ever

Lost in life

Living again and again

So many times

I got very tired

In the end

Moksha

Tower of Silence

For a long time

I stayed

In the tower of silence

Not uttering a word

Waiting for the birds

To eat me for dinner

But I got bored

And left for the land of

The talkative noisy living souls

That traffic this dirty street today

Talking is thinking

However bad and incomplete