Well...come

                                    III
Travelling I an unknown road
With few clues of where it lead
Passerby's are of many hues
Some sheer resenting and amiss
Few more blaming the fate
With a feverous hate

Yet scores of people loving
And guiding those who are still living
I pass them all with interest
Confused and unaware of God's concert

Many questions I asked valiantly
Received answers for most jubilantly
Barring few four which I need patience
As I need to go over a long distance

All the while , I find many people
Over my hearts pupil
Searching for the source
Ignorant I was of my latent force.

                           II
I feel in pits and potholes
Suffered as if burned on charcoals
I went over the bumps
And jumped over across the shrubs
Always gazing for the one
Whom I thought else someone

A mud path I saw then
Whose kind I saw, don't know when
My foot prints trailed on the path
While I was ending journey most worth

Huge mansion comes to the vision
The way bestowed to end my mission
Sun setting behind the mansion
While sky is invisible, absence of vision.

                              I

Pristine and reflective is the nature
Of my eyes beholding architecture
I neared it, almost a metre left
And the vision made me wept

'God save me and guard me
As you is the only one with me
I opened my eyes and petrified
For I saw many people passed
Heard I my own voice say
"Well.. come to  destination thy"

The voice so recognisable and
Loving I heard always even after this end.
I hesitantly opened and entered
The door final leap to what I cherished

I looked around the interiors Ware
Which is decorated with great care
Realised that mansion is my self
Kingdom of heaven in true self.

P.S

This is not the moment ,I thought
And came out of the mansion with swift
Remembering I don't know how much
But deep in heart engraved - I am truth as such

I said and say to my images
Those which seeks and asks
For it is the sign I sought
To share the richest thought

Kingdom of heaven is in your view
Always waiting to be sought by you
Knock ,the treasure is yours of course
The richest one - thy is all source.