As the eyes blink to face the sun
Life trembles with the lack of air,
A birth never meets the death
As soul wants to escape the body;
One force guides the other
When soul is muscle-bound,
Two forces work together
Sometimes indifferently
But they needn’t exist at a place;
The monism nullifies our lives
As nothing that we do, ultimately survives,
No progress or flaws, nothing begins or ends,
The world is not like that, the world is full of blind fjord,
Never finished, never the same twice
Lost as we hold, always to be regained,
Perfection is a fallen fruit
Between that meaning and the matter;
Our desire to get that supreme state
Sandeep Kumar Mishra