My love … my indifference…

My love … My Indifference…

I am just a traveler,

Wandering around,

I have no destination to go;

Just like the wild flowers,

Growing on the hills,

I’ll bloom and perish in the snow.

I don’t have a heart,

But I love the mankind,

Don’t ask me, I can’t give you proof;

I am not a mute,

But I’ve taken a silent route,

And that’s why, I keep myself aloof.

If life is a pleasant song,

Then death is a calm silence,

I meet both with wide open arms;

Should I love my life?

Should I hate my death?

For me, they both have their charms.

I walk in the garden,

And I see a beautiful flower,

I look at it, and then I just go by;

I am never going to pluck it,

As my love may cause it harm,

In my indifference, my love for it hides.

Life is not a puzzle,

Though complex it may seem,

It is as simple as day and night;

You search for all the answers,

But is there truly any question?

In the void, nothing is wrong, nothing is right.

©Tathagata Ananda, 2011