Exploring the infinity
Beyond my ken
What I love most about existence
Yet… perhaps no greater love for this moment
Whether it seem strange or familiar
Than mine
And then it ends
So I arrive
At places
Unexpected
Sometimes pretty
Sometimes dour
Sometimes ugly
Sometimes flowered
We are all just shadows
In the moonlight
Beneath a darkening sky
Of stars and cloud
All in motion, even I
In this moment fixed in time
Which has no memory
Or destiny
Clouds whispering
Breathe in the air
My body sings
With the beauty
Of existence
I seek an escape
To the clear air
And verdant greens
Of the countryside
An escape denied
By the pervasive pollution
Of northern India
If I can be still
For just a moment longer
If I can be present
In all this shadow and blur
Will the world make more sense
Will anyone see
Me
Like waking up
In a strange bed
In a strange room
Trying to find
That one thing
That one point
Of recognition
A silhouette
Bicycle rickshaw
India
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