Boundless

If I were a dot, would I be restlessly looking for another to form a line? Would I feel dimensionless on my own?

If I were a line, would I then look for another to create a safe angle? Would I feel contextless alone?

If I were any angle, would I still look for another one to make an enclosed shape with no fear of losing way?



If some day, I closed my eyes and started to believe that I can fly, alone; and enjoy it too - will I still not be able to do it?


~

"Tuli" ~ a painting quill...

...

I lost a name

on my way to somewhere.
In another time and reality,
there were jinglings of a name
within my being.

A name -
Sweet-smelling;
Tuneful;
Reverberant;
Fading.

So many songs, summons, shouts, squalls
held the name once.
So many faces, voices, smiles, moments
brought the name once.

Faces dissolved one by one.
Moments withered.
Voices were lost...
in time.

I lost a name
And my tender shadows and silhouettes
in this savage virtuality 

that they call Time.

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