I am standing at the shore—as a lover—waiting for tides. Tranquility looms large in the atmosphere, yet there is discomfiture in my demeanour. My feets are merged in sand and I can’t feel them. After kissing my cheeks, the cold breeze has, once again, vanished somewhere. At this juncture, the blazing heat of the Sun is catering a chilling effect. This juxtaposition has transmuted my erstwhile beliefs; external situations have no bearing upon me; I’m liberated, I’m liberated!
For instance, if I sink, that would not hamper my desire to get rid of all the shackles of love and pain. Currently, my disposition has rendered me immune to any emotionality. It might be madness, foolishness, and insanity for you, but for me it is concordance, serenity and sanity. Hereafter, I absolve myself of trauma, infatuation, love and desire; I would endeavor to exterminate these pseudo traits from my heart and belief system, and vow not to inculcate them again