SuperImposed
This world is a paradox
A different image in and
different out of the box.
We create from memory
What we see around us
is manifestation of our
senses.
we begin to feel everything
is real; but its not.
Like the water like the sky.
and with the brings we stay
close by.
They are wrapped around with our vision & experience of past.
Like the fog and mist cover the hilltop. We hold onto things which will fall. and the more we depend on our vision. We will dissolve.
Don’t do anything my dear friend.
Just be the witness; disconnect from the whole.
You will realise you are not the body nor the soul.
An engaging and reflective work.
Editorial Note for the benefit of the author:-
Given the poem’s overall concision,the final somewhat elongated last stanza might bear looking at again.
Thanks Louis for your comments and I will look into it.
Well voiced mirage of things and our interpretation of our experiences
Thanks Nalini for your kind words
An interesting, contemplative literary piece.
Thanks again Vijay for your time and feedback.
A beautiful poem reflecting on the paradox of human life