Mysticism is really mysterious to me .
Overtly relegious zeal doesn't sound human to me .
Poetry seems to be full of wishful thinking .
My inspiration is the average person on the road ,
struggling for his/ her family's bread and butter .
One of my unforgettable lessons was by an autodriver
who refused to accept extra money offered by me ,
for helping me with my luggage . He seemed so tall !
All my respect and admiration for him .
I love the streets , for that is where I get food for my soul .
I would love to reach there sometime .