explanation without clarity,
Questions without answers,
A journey that rushes
Toward a town without a path,
Wisdom that never awakens,
As if dawn will never come.
A tale with knots
At both beginning and end,
An endless continuation
By a writer who cannot finish it,
He stands at a crossroads,
A lamp to open and close the dark.
Along the paths of searching
A moment is lost,
Something unnecessary
Is found without seeking,
A life chosen, we think—
Yet a life unknown it truly is.
On a stage of drama
We all keep acting,
Not knowing it is acting,
Believing it will last forever,
Losing our peace,
We lose ourselves.
With unspoken burdens
A mind keeps spinning,
A world of words
That cannot be understood even when spoken,
A truth of silence
Where words leave no trace.
In an unseen mirror
We watch our shadows,
Believing every image
To be ourselves in imagination,
Running through time endlessly,
We let go of the truth.
In a pathless journey
We walk carrying weight,
Unseen goals
Hide within our sight,
And we learn to live
Just by looking ahead.
— Sakthi Sakthithasan
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