All works put on a halt, No! A person can't be happy, When his soul has lost its vibes, With no signs, Of being connected again. For, Five days- I traveled through Boudha, And every other Zen Gumbas and Monasteries. They said, "Peace lies here". But I find, Only the innocent souls, Dresses in the form of monks, Who gave their dreams and desires, A long ago, And self-punished themselves, Into the eternal philosophy of peace. Are their souls satisfied? I can see the hidden lust in their eyes And they are defying themselves, From the outer reality. They speak of truth- For the truth By lying them. Can they hide their own reflections in their mirror? The body, Guided by the brain Gets easily tempted, By the fake lies, The surreal tales, And the hopes it holds, Even though it's in its infancy To impress and be impressed, By countless other brains. I was once impressed, By a girl, Who made a profound impact on my soul And we both felled. Many promises were made. Before she sojourned, she said "The day after 364 days, Shall yield the new dawn. Wait for me, twice of it. I shall see you in my dreams." And it's the human brain, That induces the illusions, For people always love the good, Until they find better. The brain guides the body, But the soul commands. The brain finds peace in happiness And the soul always seeks the close ones. It's the brain that chooses the way, But it's the soul, That paves and governs the way. Until and unless, They are balanced, No human can have peace. So I choose the alternate way. For me, the peace lies in writings. And many works are still left to be accomplished.