“Emotions – Happiness, anger, jealousy… is the mind experiencing “presence” in our holographic existence.”
― Clyde DeSouza, Memories With Maya
They say deep down
inside
we all are built of shapes
just pure shapes
not mass or matter
a simulation of some sorts
our holographic existence
this world is built upon
We are just random shapes
dancing and roaming
around in this infinity
Our voices bouncing around
and echoing
till we are lost for eternity
My fingers
are tracing your shape
an illusion
trying to give you an identity
an amorous feeling
rising from the deep within
its just a reflection
a projection
of some sort of twisted reality
If there is no
mass or matter
and we are just random shapes
why not
shape our voices
our cacophony
this deafening sound
into a beautiful
long-lasting symphony
A beautiful creation
which hangs in the
between the limbo
of dreams and reality
and giving voices to
Wow, this is absolutely brilliant and beautiful penned
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Thanks so much Yonnie.Do watch the video linked int he end.It gives a very diff perspective of life around us.
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I sure will, thanks!
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Watched the video, quite interesting
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You are incredible with words. Love each one of your pieces.
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Thanks so much Pallavi.Glad you liked it
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Shape of you – fits into every accolade you so aptly deserve
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Thanks so much
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You are welcome
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I absolutely loved how you ended it❤️❤️❤️
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Thanks dear. My enty point was the video I watched.
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another beautifully told and crafted poem, really love that a shape is traced, the thought lingers.
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Thanks so much Paul
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My pleasure Megha 🙂
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