Unbroken Glass
JIRARA
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© JIRARA, February 2020
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Unbroken Glass
In a dream I had a frame in my hand, and it had a transparent glass in it,
The glass was crystal clear, and may be it was fixed in the frame at the top,
Yet, the glass only was tilted to me at an angle, it was not bent at all,
The frame was held straight down, and yet the glass was pointing to me.
**
I was wondering, if my mind/thoughts could be thus separated from my body.
**
I was constantly touching the glass, like I would do to a touch screen,
And yet nothing was happening, my attempts had no reactions from it,
Then a school-girl in the uniform told me, uncle it has no wifi,
She told me she would attach a device, so I can get connected to the net.
**
I was wondering ever, I could be free from the clutches of the internet.
**
She got up from her seat, but I did not see any seat underneath her,
Then, I realize there was no such seat, even under my bottoms,
I looked to my left, and a dignified lady was seating but without a seat,
She seemed to be wife of a big CEO, of some famous Indian company.
**
I am not sure ever, if I could be in a steady position without any fixation.
**
Seems we all were floating, and yet we were not in any flight,
Our platform was also quite at a height, above the land of our origin,
The lady told me to get net fixed, and I agreed with the school-girl,
And she fixed a binocular type gadget, on to the top of my glass-frame.
**
I am yet to see a day, I could fly without ‘wings’ attached to me.
**
And then I started tapping the glass, and the screen came alive,
The weather news started coming, but the glass still was transparent,
Both the ladies were happy, that their suggestions worked,
And still we all were there, in the midst of the actual weather-drenched.
***
During all these sessions, the glass remained miraculously unbroken,
In a moment’s time nobody was there, and I was left alone,
Where that student disappeared, without claiming back her wifi stick,
Where the CEO-lady vanished without thanking us, I could not fathom.
I ended up buying a new laptop, with wifi feature/device included,
Cleaning my bathroom mirror, and my own bi-focal spectacles,
Started putting together, our treasured photographs for the laminations,
Lest the photos will gather dust further, and be seen in some dump-yards.
I am still not sure, how the glass was in the frame and still detached,
I am yet to think of the days, I would be detached from the bondages,
I am not sure when I will imbibe, the features of the transparent glass,
Yet to see if I can bend my ego, in the midst of the disagreeing odds.
The unbroken/unbent glass, the transparency of the glass,
The floating people very high, sans earthen bondages/vagaries,
The purity of thoughts, roaming ‘souls’ without ego,
All remain distance day-dreams, in this pluralistically disturbed world.
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