existence...

I cannot remain,

Infatuated with my self,

Immersed in myself…

 

I try to find,

My existence in exigency,

My usance in the universe

My place in this plot,

Am I just a blot?

 

Or will I embellish,

The canvas of this cosmos…

With colors of joy,

Scrubbing away grief…

 

Grains of sand,

Stir a sandstorm,

As their souls synchronize…

Drops of water,

Wantonize into waves,

 When their souls synchronize…

I am a drop, I am a grain…

The next way hop, a trickery twain…

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[Siddhartha]

You will Haseeb. You will...definitely...