What was yesterday was true yesterday. That’s not true
today anymore. What is today is true today. It won’t be true tomorrow. We
live everyday life with everyday truths. These
truths don’t last, nor do we. In long run, we won’t be merely dead; we'll be as if we have never been. We come into being from non-being and return into the same. Non-being or the one big being. Perhaps that’s the only truth. When this truth strikes, all other truths turn
into a lie.
Life is a zero sum game, more or less – sum total of many little truths turns out to be one little lie.
I see the open secret that’s for
all to see. The puppet has come to know that the script is playing itself out. He
has come to know that he is a puppet. He has come to know that what’s being
played out is a script. It is not what it looked like. It is not real.
You preened yourself in dark brown mirrors. You admired
yourself in others’ eyes. You found yourself in them.
But they who were there are not here anymore. They have been
withdrawn in the background. They don’t matter to you today. And those who were
never in sight have appeared on the stage. They will disappear tomorrow. They
will be withdrawn. By now you see the pattern. But they matter to you today. Keep
playing; the play is going on.
You didn’t know her. But she was somewhere. She came by. She
kissed you and smiled. She put her head on your shoulder, and squeezed your
hand while saying something warm in your ear. She melted and became one with
you. Forever. Came tomorrow and she changed. And she said that you’ve changed. Doesn’t
matter if you did or you didn’t. Change catches you for sure. Things fall apart
in ten directions and you find out that you are eight hands short. She will turn
to other side. She will walk out of love. She will have tears in her eyes.
Before long, she won’t be there. You won’t know her again. Forever.
I find myself in local train. People are around me. They were not around me half an hour back. They won’t be around me in a short while. I don’t look into their eyes. I don’t
smile and say hello. I don't care. In a while the train will pull over and I will step down. That’s how it is.
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