Aham Shunya

  I was the greatest best archer amongst all was slave of identity reason for my fall Son of a charioteer that was my name why did I care ego, played its game to get new identity every thing i gave in the whole process I became the slave Such was the greed to show my talent became part of race self, did it silent what I was looking acceptance from the other what's right or wrong I, did not bother I did not change god showed me way being slave of identity what people will say I was so weak needed identity to hide wasted all my talent serving the wrong side

You were on path I had to take To reach our destiny Plan was already made You gave me direction That was all planned I will do same Nothing in our hand I have my journey You have your own We are just travelers Journey made us known You want me, change As per your needs But everything is designed According to our deeds I am, with you Will never be you This is the reality We know, its true Rule of the game Is to let go I am no extensión Of your fearful, ego.