Scavenger

Loneliness has been the trashcan
To huddle around, to burn memories,
With the company of strangers,
Nothing new and nothing to get used to…

Found an old album in the junkyard
Useful to borrow kith and kin,
Even love, when noone looks,
For an hour, or a day, no more…

Quite rarely an old familiar peeps
From a distance,
Fearing the disease of need,
Embarassed too...

Craving any addiction
But company
Anything to hurry Time
But not to maim…

He's no reason to live nor die
He's no karma nor bhakti to guide
He gathers pain from every corner
Searching for some way, some answer…

When one fears not death
Can one be mortal
And love, and dream,
And live, and pray...