“As we shed worn out clothes and wear new ones, the same way the soul sheds worn out bodies and wear new ones.” – The Gita
Sandwiched between the land and the sky
I shall teleport to another world
from a place that wasn’t mine
to a land that eternally shines
These are definitely not the colours
that I see with my bloody eyes
they are a part of an illusion – a pigment
that has inevitably bounded my vision
The reality begins when I sleep
in a world that has my destiny – and ecstasy
don’t, please don’t sabotage my dreams
coz I ain’t meant for this brutality
I’m yearning for that big day
when the sky will be grey
where blackness will envelope me
and whiteness will bring reality
Until then it’s my sole duty
to respect the illusion as it is
to take care of the relationships
that have their origin from celestial space
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