Caught between what He could be and what He is
In a struggle that is akin to a indefinite muscle spasm
Unclear on the pursuit of SvaDharma
Embracing a life time worth of Introspection
On a Sunday afternoon a Trishanku sat down to pen his thoughts
An Arjuna he could become or a Karna?
For the glamour and the valour
A Harishchandra for a principle that is not worth it?
An Yudhistira who is going to be strangled between ambition and righteousness
A King as foolish as Sibi or A prince as adamant as Suyodhana?
Deepest Desires in the darkest corners of the soul must be overcome
Pleasure and Joy pulling and pushing in opposite directions
Action and Introspection are the only true companions in Trishanku's journey
Will the cocoon be broken from within or without?
A buttery fly to emerge or the raw material for a silk saree to be worn by someone?
Reality and Reason assert themselves on humankind
Yet every Trishanku seeks to defy or ignore them
So, let go of all Dogma said an inner voice
The day is Young and the game is fresh
Play! Play! Play! Oh Trishanku, Play! Play! Play!
Play! Play! Play! Oh Trishanku, Play! Play! Play!
