It’s funny how we are pressed to poised upon a gear,
to not just leave any opportunity to complain,
As to how our lives are boring,
Despite all the furniture’s and shopping,
Diamonds and jwelleries ,
The house still feels empty ,
The smiles within and around are half baked ,
Like an empty shell ,
That awaits for its lost pearl,
We surround ourselves with materials,
To secure our needs ,
Lost somewhere in the guilt of our wants ,
We forget the art of simplicity itself ,
Where freedom is to seek ,
Towards the journey to come alive,
Here Each moments awaits,
For the empty shell to reprise.
Unconditional karma 