crazed like the musk deer we run around in frenzied search of a satiation held within all along.. the alienation.. the deepening silence.. protesting.. envying the inane..
Anywhere you turn.. you see disquiet.. and pain.. and masks.. full of smiles.. masks a little askew.. masks a little perfect.. masks that beg to be removed.. progress moves us towards answers or away from them.. embracing spirituality against religion.. humanity against nationality.. we try to cross boundaries even as we shackle ourselves within the ‘I’.. emotionally starved we yet seek out the tangible.. and come back wanting.. incomplete..
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