Incognito

Hello Young Man, How are you today? Restless, freaky and ‘on the go’ as always, I am sure. There is so much you want to do. Don’t you? Your own little manufactory is tirelessly minting ideas. And you leave no stone unturned to execute them. As you grow inch by inch, the wordly formulations and dogmas try to engulf you but you fight hard to unclutch and run back to your ‘Godliness’. As God is to the world, the creator and the caretaker so are you to your own little world- unreal yet so real. I wish I could let you be in solace with your innocent self, devoid of all wordly entangles. You learn through observations but you are too tiny to absolve all worldly mysteries so here I pull you out to learn from the observations of others. I understand your tussle between being ‘God’ and a puppet. I undergo the same tussle as I peep unto you. I find bliss when I see you overwhelmed with joy but my fear of the oblivion does not let me be by your side. Once again I indulge in the push and pull, ...