Hands are full. But, meantime, empty.

Dear Sandeepa...,

Hope you are doing fine and well...
This is an attempt to get and give
Life into our acquaintance,
Mostly forgotten and intended to be forgotten,
Of at least 5 years Law College life.

To breath into it.
To make it moving and saying
Somewhere, something .

I am not sure, still, why and how
These/those five years could not go
At least sand deep.....


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As you rightly said,
Hands are full,
But, meantime, empty.
Life's magical touch makes them
Empty and full
To sustaining itself
And to cause
Only the continuity and spontaneity.

Nothing get counted,
And things go without being counted
Or without waiting for our count.

Busy is everyone.
The purpose for what is unknown.
Life use them all as instrument
To cause the continuity of an for life;

But to burn
Or to get burnt by life,
By the magical touch of life.

Our purposes are double edged.
The first edge is starting
By digging into one's own self or soul.

The second edge is directed to all
In their surroundings
To burn and kill them

Still, with an illusory feel of earning
Every one is active to get burnt.

This attitude of being busy
To get burnt is called business.
Be it in the name of job
Or what we call business.

The profit earned is and will be
The ashes in each one's pyre.


With regards,