Doctrine of Sheba

Want to know all the secrets
That evolve from my lips?
Want to feel all the power
Trapped beneath my fingertips?
Do you know what I’m feeling?
Do you know what I like?
Will you discover a true meaning
When you look in my eyes?
Can you reach without touching?
Reach my mind. Touch my heart.
Can you say without speaking?
Say the words in whispered sighs.
Will you take one step closer?
While my feet’s on the ground.
Will you soar, take me higher?
Take my hand as I fall.
Would you tear down the wall?
With a violence so tender.
Would you neutralize the gall?
Bring me to sweet surrender.
Will the heat turn to fire?
In the forest of friend or foe.
Will the ice melt in desire?
Of pain and pleasure, withstanding control.
Should you know there’s a place?
A destination that you seek.
Should you know there’s a space?
Deep inside that you can fill.
Are you that perfect stranger
To worship at the temple?
Are you the subtle danger
To drink from the holy grail?
Have you found a doctrine
That you wish to follow?
Have you tasted a wine?
That will drown you and overflow…

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The Drive

The engine gears up to life,
You drive down the highway,
Roundabouts, U-turns,
Fly-ways and By-ways.
The drive…a long, winding,
Journey to reach your destination.
No map, no navigator,
You’re on your own, on Autopilot.
But you miss a turn,
You miss the Exit.
And you’re just cruising once again,
A nomad on the highway.
Flagged down by a hitchhiker,
You stop and ask ‘Where to?’
Then, ‘Sorry, that’s not my destination.’
The drive continues, with no guarantee.
Another hitch-hiker, another passer-by.
And another one…you don’t take for a ride.
So you’re just cruising once again,
A nomad on the highway.
Green light turns to yellow,
Do you stop till it goes red?
Or just drive past the three seconds,
It takes the yellow light to elapse.
Floor it! Drive and feel the wind in your hair.
Savor the rush. Take in the thrill.
Relish the passion, the drive!
Then you see the closest Exit,
To your destination.
And you realize that
It’s always been there…
A sign you always failed to see.
But there now stands a billboard,
That boldly reads, ‘It’s you!’
And there stands a stranger…
You’ve met before.
And you bid the highway ‘Adieu!’

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