The world is spinning by and i see visuals all around me. I wish to look up but i dont see ANYTHING.
The sight is away and i look at shadows walking up and down, moving in circles and laughing their guts out ……The scenes go on ……………everyday it is the same।
A Truman show……………………….life often resists in ego, and rebellion but the layer below is flowing seamlessly । Not asking for our approval………॥
I see elements binding us together
Space and time look valid but when i talk to my dad who
is no more with us and feel his hand as if he is here ……i defy the constraints of time and space।
I observe and go into a constant dialogue with myself.
Have you felt you are alone….so alone that even if you scream you know no one will look at you. They all will be busy living their mundane truman shows. Imagine- To bend this mind and walk a different path …………॥ look up and see its a pattern ……………and break out of this canvas called LIFE। They is something which goes on beneath all this, which calls me and tells me to break free and hold ITS hand।,………………॥the earth we are standing ON , the air we breathe IN ,,,,,,,,,,the sky which keeps secure………………………॥ a true canvas for a lonely soul is luring me to crawl out of the colors and become colorless to feel free।
- Shailja Vohra
heavy indeed!
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