"We are all just prisoners here, of our own device"

“This place is a dream. Only a sleeper considers it real. Then death comes like dawn, and you wake up laughing at what you thought was your grief.”


― Rumi

The Malang From Mumbai,,

colorful
combustible
devoid of
pomp or
pride
humble
hands
untied
sartorial
serenity
imbued
dyed
on the
wings of
hope astride
from the circle
of confusion
into the circle
of chaos he
slides cosmic
vision of shiva
the third eye
his guide
the day he
was born
his soul
died