Astray life: When incense of thurible doesn't spread magic, when the bell doesn't arouse God's attention, when chanting of mantra lacks profoundness, I feel your lacuna. Without you, God even doesn't smile. Empty home lacks embellishment, silence also becomes indignant to partner me. Your pertinent presence what all my lacunae demand, but you are far away, you are far from my belief. The Zephyr that veers if anytime benevolently touches you to express my penitence, do come back, do come back to hold the reign of the astray life. #life, #astray, #incense