In an upturned world

Remember we are all together in this, and none of us know each other at all.

These rain drops falling on us, are people

We are one of them, falling on us

I am not getting drenched at all

Instead, I am shaking these drops off my clothes

I am dry, so I see are you.

White and black keep mingling

while I sit under a red shed

wondering when the rainfall would stop

As we climb up the hill

In an upturned world we are actually moving down

Panting, sweating, desperately trying to proceed

The hour glass we are falling through, us the grains of sand

(with another unit of time)

is bound to be turned around, when we will be filling, what we just emptied

or, emptying what we just filled

(together)

Remember we are all together in this, and none of us know each other at all.

Shringi

April 20, 2012