I listen to elders telling me to stare at the wall closing in on me. My mind on a horse's hooves runs swiftly on the moist blades of my imagination
The love, warmth and teary eyes of yesteryears The anxiety and the thrill of the unknown of the yet-to-be exhilerates and ignites the horse's hooves. Yet, caught between two worlds, two minds, two destinies; It runs in circles.
The voice of the elders Float in again 'Dwell not in the yet to be or the gone by. Let go.', they say My mind revolts, 'how to let go of that which was never mine. How to let go? If in being but a puppet I long to live Where i am not and will never be.
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On Passing Time and Being Neurotic by arundhati sinha