There is no rainbow
only broken twisted pieces of rays
in shadow of cloud.
There is no dream
only broken twisted pieces of desires
in shadow of subconsciousness.
There is nothing called beautiful life
only broken twisted pieces of dreams
in shadow of hope.
All is broken, all is twisted.
This sun moon space time
life death
sensation intelligence knowledge-
all broken, all twisted.
If all is already so broken twisted
then why fear a ‘break'? Why fear a ‘twist'?
Why should a naked beggar lose his sleep
fearing robbery?
Human must know how to live.
He must use those broken elements
as musical instruments;
and then-
sing and dance with it.
© Arun Maji
Painting: Daniel Gerhertz
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