Search and Re-search.

Everyone runs for something in life. The game of life starts with searching and seeking. Searching started with our first parents. What we are in search of? This question always rings at the fathoms of mind. Life meant to live within the narrow boundaries of laid conventions?. Amidst the odds and evens, we have to set a path. We have to find a way, within the so-called boundaries and conventions. There should be a spirit to search and seek. So friends search and Re-search until you behold and hold your way. 

My Search...

One evening, I walked along the streets, 

People rushed like bees without any greets. 

Each seat is occupied when it gets freed.

Each man had in them a tinge of greed.

I frowned at them with my typical dread,

Like a child losing its favorite bread.

One asked me, which is my creed? 

One asked me, which is my breed?

Another asked, how much I have read?

Am I to answer? 

I thought there is no need. 

I wanted just to tread. 

I am in search of something discrete.

I have no patience to count the heads of weeds.

For me there awaits a cluster of seeds.

Let drops of time water my stead!

I searched and researched,

found my own way!

They say I am away...

yes away from your way.

I am on my way,

to reach a peaceful abbey!