by They see every thing’s fine, running well, earning well, busy schedule. Life’s good. He is doing it so well, may be you wanna be like him, may be you wanna imitate him his doings, his earnings his success.
Only he knows the satisfaction is real or not. Only he knows once the outer cover is peeled whether the the fruit is still edible or not, only he knows will life be sustained like this or not. May be he knows you can beat talent with discipline but maybe he lacks the discipline and probably he knows it too.
You see the threads turned onto a rope, only he knows how many joints are there on individual thread, only he knows how many knots every threads carried, only he knows what he scarified for bringing threads together so every individual threads may have joy of being called rope collectively.
Sometimes, his brainwaves fluctuates, sometime he thinks what’s next, sometime he thinks upto where can he drag the rope, when will he live himself, when will he enjoy himself when will he say me, my and myself. Sometime there’s emptiness when there’s noise and he is that emptiness surrounded by noise pollution.
He is life, he is imagination, he is particle, he is no one, just someone with ability to think in this vast cosmos…
MAY BE HE IS YOU, MAY BE HE IS ME, MAY BE HE IS WE, MAY BE HE IS US….