Higher and higher the mounts we scale
To breathe freedom, striving to unchain ourselves
From the shackles of toil, discomfort and stress
Perceiving it as our lot in a dense material world.
Yearning for freedom from the slightest movement
That this heavy body has to execute
Freedom offered by machines, gadgets and switches
Freedom from the need to lift a tiny finger.
Yet what is this thing we pine for?
To fill the vacuum filling our entire beings?
The vacuum that sucks out the meaning from our tiniest actions?
From the breath we take to the empire we build?
Chained by a life that poses unclear threats
Of these invisible bricks falling apart
When a fraction of change is introduced
When the slightest movement of stiff limb is desired.
Rarely is the milky fragrance of the moon inhaled
For, a few seconds spent in contemplation
Can cause a few of those invisible bricks of life
To tumble down, weakening the materialistic fort
So proudly erected over time.
Running and panting, we see but a figure
Running ahead, trying to covet the invisible prize
Faster we run, never realizing
Time meets us headlong from the opposite end.
Along the way the scent of the blooms
The poems recited by the wind
The fresh beauty of a maiden
Alive and vibrant, sparkling with youth
All is lost, in the pursuit of an unseen trophy.
For man possesses this intense urge to create
And recreate a universe and take pride in it
But alas! A parallel evil created alongside
Is the Ego taking mammoth proportions……
Indian Painting by Venu Gopal Artcollective