Epitaph & Chasing Illusions
Epitaph
An epitaph, an obituary that’s what we reach in the end. But what’s the end? What’s the journey? We never come to know not when we are dead, certainly not before. Still, we live, we dance with rehearsed steps, learned, internalised by choice or by force. But is the force truly forceful, or devious enough to fool us into willing consent? What, then, is not worth living nor worth dying for?
©️ Shashikant Dudhgaonkar
Chasing Illusions
An epitaph, an obituary that’s what we reach in the end. But what’s the end? What’s the journey? We never come to know not when we are dead, certainly not before. Still, we live, we dance with rehearsed steps, that we have learned and deeply ingrained by choice or subtly forced, fooling us into consent to scheme and plot, sidestep and ignore, think and rethink, repeat and regurgitate and in the end, die in defence. Is it worth living this choreographed life should one step out of line break through the comforting crowd to glimpse what’s hiding in plain sight a vortex of questions will then rise what’s safe, what’s staid what’s real and what’s charade being awakened is lonely it’s a dangerous place though it can swiftly return you to your original state pristine uncorrupted dancing to the rhythm of life bohemian to you quixotic to the rest
©️ Shashikant Dudhgaonkar
Epitaph
An epitaph, an obituary that’s what we reach in the end. But what’s the end? What’s the journey? We never come to know not when we are dead, certainly not before. Still, we live, we dance with rehearsed steps, learned, internalised by choice or by force. But is the force truly forceful, or devious enough to fool us into willing consent? What, then, is not worth living nor worth dying for?
©️ Shashikant Dudhgaonkar
Chasing Illusions
An epitaph, an obituary that’s what we reach in the end. But what’s the end? What’s the journey? We never come to know not when we are dead, certainly not before. Still, we live, we dance with rehearsed steps, that we have learned and deeply ingrained by choice or subtly forced, fooling us into consent to scheme and plot, sidestep and ignore, think and rethink, repeat and regurgitate and in the end, die in defence. Is it worth living this choreographed life should one step out of line break through the comforting crowd to glimpse what’s hiding in plain sight a vortex of questions will then rise what’s safe, what’s staid what’s real and what’s charade being awakened is lonely it’s a dangerous place though it can swiftly return you to your original state pristine uncorrupted dancing to the rhythm of life bohemian to you quixotic to the rest
©️ Shashikant Dudhgaonkar
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