Just back from Kashmir.. where is the land of hope and sunshine and blooming joy.. the 'Eden' of Earth, shrouded in muted silence.. as if waiting for an unveiling.. the more you perceive life closely.. the more it translates into 'possession' in some form or another.. a life that escapes soundless.. formless.. empty..
the more people realize this truth, the deeper their pain.. not because they are sad at the plight of the world.. not because they find it difficult to follow the right path.. not for anything but.. having to look the other way.. a few days back someone asked us what is worse.. being helpless or poor.. and unanimously each felt nothing could be worse than helplessness..
what ARE all these issues about.. these boundaries.. these fights.. fanned whimsically for singular gains.. stomped the same way.. myriad innocents crucified continuously..
in this quest for 'meaning' in life.. I wonder.. at the anonymity of death..
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