when flowing water meant million things to me -
fluids, neural circuits, poetry, love and what not!
But now, I am shallow. I see it as nothing but "flowing water".
There was a time
There was a time
when layers of clouds meant million things to me -
diffraction, stories, faces and what not!
But now, I am shallow. I see it as nothing but "just clouds".
At that time, I had nothing, so I was living my true self.
A philosophically-troubled thinker who is deep into things.
Sleepless nights, countless dreams, infinite plans and no fears.
No setbacks, no expectations and no burden.
I was true. I was into myself.
As I deal more with real world - grants, funds, jobs and "reaching out".
I lose my inner self.
I do remember vestiges of my inner self -
it comes out once in a while and lays dormant for rest of the time.
I don't live in my abstract world anymore.
A philosophically-troubled thinker who is deep into things.
Sleepless nights, countless dreams, infinite plans and no fears.
No setbacks, no expectations and no burden.
I was true. I was into myself.
As I deal more with real world - grants, funds, jobs and "reaching out".
I lose my inner self.
I do remember vestiges of my inner self -
it comes out once in a while and lays dormant for rest of the time.
I don't live in my abstract world anymore.
On top of all that, I can afford to be shallow.
But how long this will last?
But how long this will last?
A time will come, when world will challenge me.
Punch me into my face and ask me to face it upfront.
I still might work hard and continue to afford to be shallow.
But is this what I want?
Punch me into my face and ask me to face it upfront.
I still might work hard and continue to afford to be shallow.
But is this what I want?
Not really.
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