Death For a While

I died for a while Withdrawing myself from the routines of life Getting into a silent shell and observing The world around me The people around me The people who are the world around me All happy and content with my absence The vacuum that I perceived would be created In my absence Was created within me The hollowness was evident The invisible strings detached As if they never were The mundane society grind continued Will continue Like the space occupied by a finger in water Taken out and nothing was ever there I enjoyed being dead For there are no expectations from the deceased Only the living dead Bear the burden of as if running the whole world I have now sprung back to life Enlightened, that there are many illusions that we carry That we belong… @’dusk’…