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Dig a hole
And bury yourself in it
Let the bystanders watch
Let them latch to each other and talk
Who gave you the right to dig your hole?
That’s not how the wheel goes
Listen to your fears and settle
It’s a fool errand, the ensuing thought is an error
What if I cut off my thumbs
Then I will not scroll anymore
Not waste time anymore
On Facebook, Twitter, Instagram or other lures
Maybe I could do something which I think, is my thing, which I think will definitely be a high point in my mediocre life score
Our parents are getting old and we can’t do anything about it
The circle of time is taking its turn
As it always does
And we can’t do anything about it
We remember our childhood, how we were the center of their universe
How the first step taken, first word spoken
Became a memory etched in their canvas as they unlocked us, by locking themselves
How gentle were their love
How sacred were their acts
There, I see her, standing far away, in distant time in her red dress
She’s slaying demons and dragons as she tip toes her way around
She’s effervescent, full of flaws
Floats in front of me defining earthly laws
Dancing to the rhythm of my beating heart
Her movement blares away the silence which surrounds my soul
I whisper to myself; the magician
Never seen such an illusion
I am pilgrim on a pilgrimage
No acts define me as sage
I have come to meet these shadows
Long forgotten their presence
I have grown older
I have aged
But still I have these questions, which won’t leave me, they don’t dissuade
I am the marathon man
As I am running
Endlessly, seamlessly
In quest of answers
I have been to moon and back
Even met the pillars and the founders
But still the quest remains
But still the thirst sustains