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(Author: Jay Ramalingam)
As I stirred up from sleep, half awake
Not ready to sit up yet
Got lost for know not for how long…
When I realized that
The rhythm of my heart
Whoosh of my breath
Ticking wall clock
Whirling ceiling fan
Chirping bird outside
Were not synchronous and yet
Made a strange symphony
Then I knew that my pointless thoughts
Were veiling my precious reality
Of me in my World and Now
Finally, I sat up and doodled this.
Very true. Many a times the veil makes me feel happy for sometime before the reality strikes. Ha ..ha….