I have always been fascinated by the paradox of life. What is far, is near, what is near is far, what we love, we fear, what we fear, we seem to love, what we think is living is dying and what we think of dying could be actually living...rich, poor, happiness, sadness...they are all but the two sides of the same coin...so different, so near, yet so far. Inseparable, yet estranged.
1994, Mumbai
ESTRANGED
The sea to the skies
Night to day
Fire to air
Cloud to sun
Life to death
Sleep to wakefulness
Winning to losing
Love to hate
Joy to sorrow
Dreams to reality
Pain to pleasure
Confusion to realization
These I know
Empathize with my perpetual ache
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Estranged – so near yet so far
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