I look back,…n paths r so worn out,…don’t know who went in which direction, the sands keep changing,…I cannot see you,…I look at the patterns drawn by you and redrawn by the wind,…and I wonder if the lines on the dunes are the same as those on my hand,…wonder if I will ever know where I missed the crowd,…

You are the one with the wry smile. The lines have changed with the play of the mind and the body taking turns in shaping your torso. The crowd is taking control of our time. Deeper and deeper we delve into the trivialities of the crowd. I look down on the ground and look up in the direction of the sky. I search for you in between.

Shadow of life in the wake of time. Mahamaya!

Where are you buddy?


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