An untouched sentimentality triggers, unto the heart,
The impulsive impulse to curb the pace of routine
And view the sky from among the boughs of trees;
Willingly lose yourself to find something more, there where you are a stranger.
Irony abounds when people expedite their lives,
Worrying all through, blind that the simple abolition of a superficial mask
Forces the soul to don an identity it truly embodies
Or to embrace, aspire to that we desire.
Lose yourself a-while in the cadence of a concerto,
The assonance of a forest or the amicable collusion of words on a page.
More so, want for the brief crisis of an identity headless
Afforded by these elements, thresholds to new dimensions.
Delve beyond the illusive facade, break the surface at a point of discovery
Where calmness blankets a furrowed soul,
Where perspectives shift and hopes mature,
Where both happiness and an inner-peace qualify a smile.
The photo is taken from Arnaav Bhavanani’s album: चीर बत्ती | ignes fatui