Observation

Simplicity

Something bothers—
but I don’t know what.
Someone, tell me—what to observe?
Sometimes, nothing works.
It feels as if my breath is taken away.
All I want
is to feel it again.
Is that too much to ask?
Then I realised—
change is a fight.
I stayed
with whatever was there,
trying to observe
what I could not observe.

Poem
Why does it never cross our mind—
We live by concepts made by others.
Even the word God was born of thought,
We speak too much—it blurs the truth.
But in silence soul begins to grow.
what one learns- not heard or read before.
Who made it hard?
Not the world, not strangers—
But someone very close.