one more day at work is gone br and i sit in front of my computer br composing one more song br can any tell me br what all this will come to br all to a big zero br my few words br add to a confusion already so huge br maya the world delusion as the vedas call it br a world pulled over our eyes br bored of the real i have created the superficicial br beautiful clothes br watches br houses decorated women br all to make me forget the feeling of unease br that htere is a reality br beyond all this noise br something that beckons me daily br when i sit alone in my room br with my computer br and though my fingers type br is it really me who types br where are these thoughts really coming from br is it all chemicals reactions br in my brain as a scientist wud make me believe br surely a picasso or vinci br is not a byproduct of some neural transmissions br the inspiration must have some source metaphysical br anyways the poem drift on br seeking an end br and lo the end is near br which is salvation for the poem br that it must connect to my father almighty br resonate his deepest wishes br so i am sure my soul woulsd be guided br to its moksha as well br when all the lovestories are over br all attachments are cancelled br and the one bond that remains br is one with the real br a bond sublime br a bond metaphysicalbr br anurag duggalbr br