Author: Aila, Learner, while at The Integral School, Hyderabad.
We all are alone
Thought, experience, life
In a space so limitless, dimensionless, unquantifiable.
A small spectre of dark light and silent sound
Whispering into the realms of emptiness.
The shell cracks, and a little bird
Peeps out into a world so new,
The only world it will ever know.
The dusk, dawn and twilight
But never are they ever the same,
A telephone ring,
A call from another galaxy,
No, don’t let me go,
Let this illusion of a kaleidoscope,
Fill my empty fears