A question why i am like this ?
A restlessness to find a reasonable purpose of being here.
A quiry about why the experience varies ?
A sphere made of timelessness bound by time.
A conciousness,One, with varieties of expressions..
A mirror holding reflection of me which is not mine..
A limit once fixed n crossed,
A hypothesis rejected...
Why the sciptures seems so tasteless now ?
Why the words, the world run after has no meaning?
Why position is refused..
Why the directed path couldnot be walked at ease ?
What unique this being is..
Questions are to be answered.
Thay could be asked frm thy self alone.
Amidst of noice Being in stillness..
Now time finally has shaken that
house of being.
Let the Mind gulp the mind,
Let them both be vanished as a whole into the hole of emptiness.
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