It is not that,
I am here with my own wish,
You can fantasize,
More innovatory,
Try to sniff it,
And elaborate that,
It is not one dimensional,
My eyes are pasted on my heart,
Two eyes, two heart,
A heart within the heart,
And my thoughts are,
No man's land.
I have read this one several times... thinking.. look at title, and read again.. the more I read the more I see and the more it makes me think.. what is the right?.. what is wrong?.. why no man's land?.. are you taunting the reader?.. or are you saddened by the status?.. sniffing out the inventory and inspecting the goods seems very cold and calculated and would surely keep those eyes open and protective... very thought-provoking.. As always such a joy to read your works..
There seems to be a contradiction in terms between your words yet how much of an even is when you stop your heart and mind and open your self the the other. Where have you gone? While you take the other person in? Is it no man's land or are you simply imbued by the presence of the other hum being.
Whichever way you want to look at it. This writing comes as an invitation to open up.
Its being lost but still knowing where do you belong. It makes you think any relationship in multiple dimensions. Looking for identity. Its true that we can not connect with others unless we are connected to our true self.
Hardeep Sabharwal describes himself as person of few words. He is one of millions of middle class Indians who do not have any ideology; they only want to live a peaceful life. The thing that hurts him.. more..