Rupsingh Bhandari

Human,

Transfixed by

His everyday phenomena

Still,

Lives in the joke of Creation.

Understanding the cruel destiny

Every day forgets the final call

And, after the dreams’ postmortem

Still,

Incubates the dreams.

Human,

Knowing the monster distance,

Between life and shrine

Still,

Tiptoes to metamorphose into immortal.

A dead-end

Barks back but never stops to add up oil

In the altar of hope.

Chasing the hope’s herd; towards uncertainty.

Human,

An alien of the creator’s garden

Shamelessly wears the mask of mundane phantom,

Browning the snake’s tongues

And legs of lies

Being vagabond of Creation’s

Magical Mantras,

Astounded by Self-mirror

As a madman…

Still,

Dances carrying

The Pandora box of doubts

Around the pony world

In the music of façade’s witchcraft world.

Human,

Knowing the everything

The rat race of life; spills, spreads… disappears

But, still keeps

Petrified being liquefied…

Without hitting the nail on the head

In the paradoxes of life: endless.

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