Wisdom

Every other day brings realization

Of how less I know,

And how much more is unknown!

The more I read, the more I watch-

The more I know that 'nothing' I know…

Inconspicuous me getting infinitesimally small,

And the nature, thoughts and wisdom,

Stand as giants, with incalculable-

Depth, girth and height!

I sublime and spread as invisible fumes,

I wish I were fragrant as a just bloomed lotus,

I wish I were warmth when it chills,

I wish I were comfort in silent inner sobs,

I wish I were companion in solitude,

Invisible and invincible…

I still seek wisdom, 

I know I need to be innocent to imbibe it,

I'm afraid I lost it somewhere-

When I was fighting odds,

When I was transforming from naive to known…

Still I seek, as invisible fumes,

To get spread and lost -

In the subtleness of universal consciousness,

Which is the nothingness-

Still the substance of everything!