The key


Key, something that we use-

Knowingly and unknowingly

With forms and without!

I wonder of the first man who had thought of it.

Something that needed to be hidden,

Or something that needed to be protected?!


Who will have the keys to your heart,

Where all your insecurities are locked in?

I wonder and realise that

I don't have the key for own heart!

I'm residing within it, locked up!


The key roles, the key findings

The key notes, the key pathways…

Is it something that helps you to get in swiftly,

Helping you to access or explore,

With ease and some unknown co-operativity offered?


The locked hearts in search of keys!

How stupid a thought.

May be should carve one oneself,

And open the heart to the unending 

Splendours of universe,

Where it's fine to be insecure,

And as you explore, you forget-

That you were that.


The reality stays that every being,

Probably those yet to reach the enlightenment,

Is searching for the key,

The key for one's own heart.

To find it while you seek:

'tatwamasi', 'you are that'...



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