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 The seeker walked on
Winter raged all around
And inside
Deep in the marrow of his bones

Fog descended
Making the night darker
Darkness mounted all around
And inside

Lying down on the veranda
Of some shop or whatever
He longed for warmth
For a touch

He did not open his eyes
When the touch came
Another body
Snuggled close to him

Another seeker, he thought,
Of light amidst thickening fogs
Of warmth against mounting cold
Another seeker, another absurdity.

When the dawn broke
The seeker woke
And saw his night’s companion, a dog,
Walk away indifferently having stretched himself.

From Bhatti Mines, Delhi,
where seekers gather galore



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  1. Arpita DashDecember 24, 2015 at 10:21 AM

    Nicely penned Sir...

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  2. Amit AgarwalDecember 24, 2015 at 12:44 PM

    Seekers..at different stages only!
    Great poem!

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    1. Tomichan MatheikalDecember 24, 2015 at 12:49 PM

      Yes, Amit, every seeker has his/her level irrespective of the external trappings.

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  3. ManuKurupDecember 24, 2015 at 4:03 PM

    Made my day, reading this. Good one, sir.

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  4. HemantDecember 24, 2015 at 6:53 PM

    Good one Tomichan sir!! totally loved this piece of yours, finding a companion is not so so easy..meri maa batati hai ek punjabi kahawat - aap na maria to swarg kaise jayte!!

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    1. Tomichan MatheikalDecember 24, 2015 at 8:08 PM

      Ha, Hemant! How I regret not learning Punjabi in spite of having so many Punjabi friends.

      By the way, the poem is not about friends or friendship though it can be interpreted that way too. It was about seeking when I wrote it. :)

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  5. Kokila guptaDecember 25, 2015 at 12:26 PM

    Beautifully penned thoughts Sir.. Different seekers with different goals !

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  6. Sangeeta MishraDecember 26, 2015 at 3:15 AM

    Very touching. Two seekers, different ways and means, but one destiny and destination. Beautiful poem. :)

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  7. KalpanaDecember 27, 2015 at 1:03 PM

    Beautiful photo Matheikal. Your poem touched a chord. Nothing like a dog for warmth. Ships that pass in the night.

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    1. Tomichan MatheikalDecember 27, 2015 at 2:26 PM

      I lived in Bhatti Mines for 14 years and the photo was taken during one of my many wanderings... Glad you liked the poem.

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