The Quirky Seeker

There are times when I feel That the best place In the world Would be at my guru’s feet And then at other times I feel being on top of the Eiffel tower Won’t be too bad either. Such is the situation Of us modern seekers When we feel we should fast The ad of a woman Licking chocolate comes on To test our steely resolve. We melt, and decide once again to evolve. We meditate, Amidst the sounds of blaring horns And rosey thorns. We chant, To the sound of whatsapp doing its Routine round of ringing the bell, A true devotee, I can tell. Beloved God, We want this, We want that, The meditation, And the latest Mercedez, A new brand of seekers are we, who want it all, On bended knees, we ask you, “Yo bro, what’s a good time to call?”