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Anita Subramanian

Abstract Inspirational

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Anita Subramanian

Abstract Inspirational

A Naive Understanding of Spirituality

A Naive Understanding of Spirituality

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Watching kids play a game of hide and seek,

I wonder where those days went;

As I don't play any more games,

Am just a pawn in the bigger scheme of occurrence.

Mere puppets are we, whose strings are at the mercy of the sisters wyrd.

And off we go on a mindless chase of fame and fortune, constantly cheered.

Raring to have the world at our feet,we let the ground sink underneath.

None of it can curb the growing restlessness we feel;

It turns out to be the unasked for gift,that follows our aspirations, hard on our heels.

Until in sheer exhaustion, we in our tracks abruptly cease.

All the pursued passions, meaningless they seem;

Like the empty shells on the beach, bereft of being.

Still glittering with a multitude of colours on the outside;

Tempting us to pick anew with wonder seeking eyes,searching for the one that might be, the harbinger of eternal delight.

As life flows unceasingly by,the mirage slowly ebbs;only to find ourselves tossed upon the stormy sea of unrest.

Numbness descends, as no more is pleasure derived;

From all the inanimate objects gathered around,as we stare objectless, beyond.

When the outside world is devoid of anymore joy for our hearts,or pleasure filled sights for our eyes;

A new journey starts, inwards,searching the depths of the soul,to know if we're mere creatures of our senses,or there lie something more.

A journey with promise and hope,matched only with liberation, at the end of the road.


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