Incompleteness

In the womb of incompleteness,
cooks up the clutches of slavery,
the desperation, the anxiety,
the impatience, the rigidity,
all an outcome of this incompleteness,

Why do we feel incomplete?
A hole which seems to keep drawing
more and more, and never filled,
Is it a perpetual state for a human to be ?

Humans can be complete by themselves,
the madness and silence are both within,
it is just that we are conditioned to think its outside,
The cyclical patterns of past, allows us not to think beyond,


Unless we are touched by the silent madness of yoga,
Unless we are touched by the completeness of being,
this life may start seeming like a never-ending puzzle,
The awareness of this state if maintained within,
The cycles will start dropping,
and the freedom of emotions and energy
will leave you soaked in an absolutely balanced crazy state,
that is beyond comprehension in words.