I am stranger to myself

31.1       Images that emerge within are so unfamiliar
              It seems, as if, I am stranger to myself

31.2       My attempt to recast myself is filled with fear
              I may turn out to be an avenger to myself

31.3      I know, my deeds aren't praiseworthy or remarkable
             Can't paint them rosy, even if, I be the auditor to myself

31.4      I have put myself on stake, in the game of  Love
             Achievers do it, I'm no foolish gambler to myself

31.5      When I love Him, how can I love my own self
              Why get dubbed as an adulterer to myself

31.6      I am towing, 'Naught yourself to find the Beloved'
             Losing own identity is the new adventure to myself

31.7     Despite all sermons heard, 'Mitwa' is foolish as ever
            To become wise, what potion to administer to myself

Mitwa Vishwa
31-05-2017

Accomplishment of leisure cannot be shared

30.1   How often are we, with ourselves alone

          Accomplishment of  leisure cannot be shared

30.2   Why am I at ease, in her presence

          The joy and pleasure  cannot be shared

30.3   Why narrate tale of  your  woes to anyone

          Verily, such a treasure cannot be shared 

30.4   How to fathom, somebody’s concerns and love

          Yardstick and measure cannot be shared

30.5   Foolish ‘Mitwa’ remains upset over nothing

          Extent of his displeasure cannot be shared

29-05-2017

Mitwa Vishwa

I know nothing at all, I have come to know

29.1   I know nothing at all, this I have come to know

          For this wisdom  also, invested my whole life 

29.2   To achieve the ultimate, kept scaling the wilderness

          Aspiration  kept emotions arrested, my whole life 

29.3   Learning kept apace, notwithstanding constant failures

          Searching  quest  never  rested, my whole life 

29.4   Many a lures enticed  provocatively, to deny me my  goal

          Bore intensively while cravings protested, my whole life 

29.5 Could not  fathom Truth, underneath  the  turbulent mind

        Despite percolated knowledge ingested, my whole life 

29.6  At last ‘Mitwa’  I am where,  I  ever wanted to be

         Why  count the hurricanes  I  breasted, my whole life 

(28-05-2017)
Mitwa Vishwa