All on an unknown errand…

All are but on an errand…
one evening, I was on my terrace,
I saw a pair of pigeons flying
crows calling out saying something to each other

some watchful kites took off from branches above,
as though getting late to get back home
the street lamp lit up as the sun set
the flowers on a creeper nearby closed in

A stream of ants hurriedly nosing in a hole
Clouds above floating on a path they know not
A man with his wife zooming down
as though their hungry kids were waiting

All around me, seemed to be on an errand, unexplainable
I too seemed to be left with an errand,
only but to lay fascinated..
about this endless, beginningless errand of God..

Greatest Feeling..ever

I know from my deepest..
Something watches on, the Cosmic eye?!
Keen & steady, it watches all there is

To realize this, is the greatest feeling ever
That this invisible eye is watching us all

Should I say, it is a silent guide?
An unknown warm smile all around me?
or a persistent formless presence in all forms I see or touch?

My Being knows it all..
relaxed as ever, silence is her language
Nurturing all wherever they are

Being aware of this watchful eye..
is all there is in life to know
A deep gratitude, celebration is all that remains from my end !!