So many questions,
So many answers.
I hold the urge
Of saying anything.
Unanswered
They remain,
Answered by silence,
Mine.
Sanctity I take,
In silence, yours.
Words unsaid,
Heard nevertheless.
Thoughts too many,
Understanding too few,
I hold the urge
To understand.
~Aditya Rajaraman
Each flower,
A new destination
An old abode.
Temporary,
I flutter by,
I, a butterfly.
Flitting
From flower
To flower.
Never stagnant,
Never stopping,
Never happy.
Permanent
My flight,
I flutter, butterfly.
Searching,
For nectar,
Better fly, butterfly.
Aditya Rajaraman
I stay on the edge,
Looking out at pastures,
Some greener
Some not.
You are on an edge
Looking for pastures
Greener
Than the one, you are one.
We are on the same side,
Looking deeper
Deeper in our side
Searching.
A search,
Further inside
Deeper inside,
Longing for more, longing.
Aditya Rajaraman
