Circles go Nowhere

Posted on by Reena Saxena

I draw a circle on paper
and fold it
circles are terrifying
they go nowhere
the wheel mocks;
Don’t you ever ride me
and get to your destination?

I fold my hands in gratitude
towards the wheel
You are Time
I’m stationary
I make sense of existence
through you

and yet
the meaning is short-lived
as you roll away
and I don’t recognise
your return in disguise

my curiosity
blocked by your taciturnity;
-You are Supreme
-You are Eternity

Sunday Confessionals

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