It came through a window above,

He stood under watching since the dawn of universe,

Watched the light oscillating,

As though a pebble dropped into still water,

And the curtains swayed as though ripples centrifuging,

Only to be drawn in again,

Every phenomenon on thy earth traversed to and fro the passage,


He watched as his kind molded,

Molded emotions into singular streams of elements,

Elements that all now strive to live by,

Rarely do we remember the water cycle,

Dignity was born but alas it was susceptible to mastication,

Masticated souls writhed in pain,

But pain escaped from the window,

To be re-incarnated at times as revenge,

Some times as vacuum of only distress,

Hope fell through,

But alas its vacillating nature,

It veers in and out of the window


He stood on hands of a clock when time was unknown to man

He wondered at the incredible anonymity of the power

The power that created the vacuum,

Vacuums within vacuums

And each vacuum smudged by constellations of gravity,

Ripples within ripples,

He wonders aghast at the simple complexity of the machinery

And wondered who created the creator,

The clock, its hands make the ripples,

He stood watching the ripples lost,

Lost in the illusion like reality,

As he tried to fracture the reality in his mind

On a quest to find the real reality. 

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