disease

hmm

silent rhythms
keep the pace
keep us focused
for our daily race
where are we going?
what do we see?
everything-nowhere. flutterbye-bee.

rock the world
win your race
take all or nothing from this place.
superficialities paint the way to blindness
but you can cure the disease.

Reviews

[Ashesh]

i wish i knew how to cure that blindness. detachment is attained only when we cloy with all desires but the point is, these desires never seem to end.
people become so superficial and a layer of pattern surmounts them which make them all same. they move so ahead in chase of their greed that they lose touch with their true self. i pity them but its also me who's suffering. maybe time has the answer.
an excellent poem.