LIFE: BEYOND A TAUTOLOGY OF FLAWED READINGS

To locate myself

In your gigantic 
Spread, I read 
You everyday, 
And end up 
Facing a different 
Map 

Once

I believed

You had

Many forms,

Perhaps as many

As the number of

Times I read you,

Now

I believe

I may have

Missed out the

Correct reading 
Of you, 

Somewhere in the

Wild of readings

You encompass

Still hoping to

Find it at some

Point in time,

I read you

Day after day,

Pretending to weave

A new meaning

Out of each stride

On the trail of

Tautology

© DEEPAK DARSHAK