Enough

 

I haven't heard the word in so long,
Neither in cash nor in kind;
It lingers in our language,
Yet nowhere in the mind.

I wonder what has become of the world.
The word still lives upon the tongue—
Only its meaning has departed,
Its quiet wisdom left unsung.

No limits, no borders, no boundaries;
No ceiling for our wants.
A craving divorced from every need,
Greed gallops beyond all restraint.

Until we learn to say, "Enough,"
No treasure fills the empty soul;
The richest hands remain outstretched,
Begging perpetually for the elusive whole. 

A sudden return

 

as I'm having my breakfast today
on the table I bought from the auction
I think of the eaters of the brown years...
what could they have loved,
what could they have argued upon,
how their lives were!

I am yet to finish my breakfast yet,
in my book of thoughts
I'm turning the leaves of relevance  

Elsewhere

 

When I'm in the office,
My heart wanders home.
When I'm sailing on the sea,
I yearn to be on the road.

When I was a child,
I hurried toward old age;
The old, in silent longing,
Turn back another page.

When tomorrow comes at last,
Yesterday steals my gaze;
Desire walks beside me
Through today's endless maze.

So I gather every moment,
Neither chasing nor afraid;
For life is not elsewhere—
It blooms where we have stayed.