I am sitting still, and still I am roaming, I look around and can see the world running…
Sometimes I run away and sometimes I run along, May be there are things in this world or within for which I long…
Howsoever fast I run, this restlessness grabs me, Whatsoever I do, never I am set free…
More I need to know, the more restless I grow, More I ignore, the more attention it owe…
When it hurts, I can bear the pain, When I am happy, I accept it is not a permanent gain…
Beyond tolerance is the urge to know why it hurts n why it feels good, Why I dream, why I desire, why I feel that I would…
Why there are people and things I feel bound to, What controls me all the time, what makes me do what I do…
Where will I go after this journey ends, What is this ‘I’ that for years I tend…
Why is this restlessness and to where it belong, Where lays the peace of mind which for years I did long…
It is the need to have something I never wanted, It is the urge to know something I never intended…
Yet, I am moving on, I am living, But, I am screaming deep inside, slowly, restlessly I am dying…
Only I know, how much I am struggling within and how hard I am trying to say, And you know this restlessness resides in you the same way…
May it be the powerful or the weak, may it be rich or the poor, may it be winner or the loser, It makes me feel equal, makes me feel connected per…
No money, no power, no success can fulfill this crave; so pity, In this world of inequalities, we are all the victims of equality…
It doesn’t matter how unequally in this world we are living, In the inner world, deep within, we are equally dying…