1 month ago
Life: a Double-Edged knife
Carrying a huge desire’s caravan
Outside I am stoned – as if a mundane statue.
Desire, chanting “Let us free”
Boiling over me.
I don’t know how long I could hold this
I think to disperse them,
Life remains meaningless without them.
Who am I?
Am I a name … or a body?
Or my thoughts or the desire’s balloon?
Transporter of dreams or an immortal dream.
I am all… in short,
I am existing because of them.
Therefore, I can’t conspire with them too long.
I need to address them
Though I am unaddressed.
I have few choices,
Massacre them all or
Shepherded them all.
In both state I will be nothing: just a sacrifice,
Life is a double-edged Knife.