Author: Aila, Learner, while at The Integral School, Hyderabad.


We all are alone

Thought, experience, life 

Little illusions

In a space so limitless, dimensionless, unquantifiable. 


A small spectre of dark light and silent sound

Whispering into the realms of emptiness.

All alone.


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

Pass everyday

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

Once more





















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