Passive slavery of the mind
Passing through every stage in life, blindfolded
One solitary figure wading through sea of crowd
Without an identity and a voice
Feeble voice drowns in the chorus, without being heard
There is clamour for space to be ahead
Chided away for being without a true identity
Perfectly blended with the sameness, cloaked in anonymity
A brief life becomes meaningless and boring
There is a sense of urgency to succeed
Bubbles of imaginary goals being fabricated by humanity
Stepping on others dreams and trust, crowd moves ahead
Trying best to run ahead of time and the self
Blood flows at its own pace
World within follows the tenets of nature, unwilling participant
False haste gives a sense of faster movement
An initial euphoria, only to fade away after instant gratification
Before time claims, we destroy ourselves©
Written with such emotion. ❤️
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Thank you, Carisa. ♥ Reflecting, what we usually deny and forget while being too busy.
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Amitav, every time you comment or post I begin to ask myself… Is he for real!??
You are like no other person I’ve ever met! ❤️
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Hmmm… yes, your doubt is legitimate. 😀 I don’t know if I am right all the time (as no human being can be) but yes, I do have my own thoughts and analysis about life, with observation and careful consideration.
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You’re pretty dinky darn close to
Always having the right answers 😉
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Okay, so you now do believe I am for real. 😉
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Hmmmmmmmmm…. Let me think about it 😉 ❤️
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Ha ha ha… take your time. 😉
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Hehe;) ❤️
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Beautiful, thoughtful and inspiring! 🙂
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Thank you, Sanghamitra. 🙂
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Welcome!
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Loved it!
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Thank you.
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Well written
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Thank you, Rishi.
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