Though awake, but the arrow of Maya
is so silent and powerful, it steals my
awareness;
And what more besides
drunk in sleepiness and unaware
steps, either in speech or steps,
collisions and pains;
It\'s not a war of a particular
occasion but a spontaneous one,
always awake or ..... wounded,
blooded, as the arrows of Maya are
absent for a tiny moment, and I think
it\'s great, a warrior\'s best place is
battle field, and an unending war, and
life is not different than this,
\"life is itself a war, whether you fight or
not, still it\'s a war, and victory is
impossible, but the death in fight
remaining awake is the greatest gift
of life, and I think, the life, it\'s for....
(Maya: in Hinduism, it\'s the shadow of reality which creates illusion for being true)