Reveries shattered, unshattered.


We talk

We walk

And hop about our way..

Rarely do we stop

Rarely do we think


We shirk

We work

It’s all happenstance we think..


Like a clog of wheels

We make our deals

All it takes is one prick..

A nail or a stone

And in a nick’s time

All’s at a standstill


Reveries shattered

And illusions unravelled

They jolt us much

Shake us

Making one asunder


We try to resume

Resolve the prick

And once the nail or the stone’s removed

The clog of wheels shudder

And moves again


And we talk and walk again

And hop our way..

Rarely to stop, or to think


Painting by Abanindranath Tagore


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