Show me the innocent untamed road through the woods again…show me the rusty metal of that unknown bridge again…those leafless trees, those treeless leaves…those voiceless lives, those lifeless voices…show me the day and let me live it again.I can still hear the voices of the dry leaves rustling under my steps…of the wind whispering near my ears…of the crammed greetings of the jungle birds, which made me feel a part of it all…show it me to again…and let me live.
Have I been sleeping all this while…and am still sleeping too, dreaming all the cherished memories that I have from the day just passed by? Or was it all one of the sleepless dreams that are seen not from the mind, but from something about 12 inches below it? Was it the immortal manifestation of my desires that pulled me, though ephemerally, out of the angular world…or was it really a day, like any other? Whatever it was…show me, and let me live it again.
Yes, I see it now…this wooden door behind me that I see in you is the one that opened it all to me today…the pebbles outside, kicking a few of which I took my first step towards the “worldless world”, like the first steps that a child takes…and starts walking…walking into the horizons of the unknown, the beautiful, the mysterious. The smoke rising from the distant village, escaping the fingers of the vociferous branches, and getting lost in the silent skies.
But I know these are mere images that you show me. What is real to me is just an illusion to you…what is real to you is just an illusion to me.
