Light at the end of the tunnel seems so faint,
the carpet is still gray-
the blinds are ripped
there is nothing much I can say

There is no reason, no logic, no sense that makes it common,
there is just too much disparity between the heart and the head.

Just how Saraswati flows in and out,
no one knows where she begins,
or where she ends.

All I want is a merging point,
a sense of direction, and timliness
it's not a deadline, or a goal, but simply a path
which only my soul can show

Find me a photograph, a book and a film
or maybe what I need is a camera, a pen and a mic