In a moment I find myself

some ancient traveller of the East;

And now I am as I always used to be,

A man on the edge.

And to me present past and future all have mingled

In one whole : nothing is concrete.

My untamed heart yet needs more to explore

For all I have known is no more

But a speck in the ocean of eternity......|

Then where should I go...?

At times You seems so nigh and so afar

That my mind retards and heart turns sour

Then should I find You in a whisper or in roar..

I don't know O Lord of the present and of yore.