Just a nought, a cipher, that’s all I am!


Published by Sanket Rathod under , , , , , , , on Sunday, October 16, 2016

I watered the little sapling
Dreaming of a cool and shaded tomorrow
And the fruits that, someday, I may reap off it,
Forgetting that the young one was just a subtle herb.

I bit into the juicy fruit
Aspiring health and wellness eternal,
While worrying too about its unknown origins,
Forgetting, in the process, to savour its taste.

I hurried on and on, on the endless busy road,
Squeezing through to make it before everyone else,
As if racing the very earth and time itself,
Forgetting to look around, staying ever unaware.

I’ve lived through many relations
Some - with casual dedication, others - responsibly,
Ever awaiting a perfect life full of perfect people,
Forgetting to live the little moments that were life too, in fact.

I laid bricks upon bricks
Raising my walls higher than my neighbours’,
Seeking to build a tower that reached heavens,
Forgetting that I only needed a house with a roof.


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ci•pher (also cy•pher) /ˈsī-fər/ noun
1 a secret way of writing, especially one in which a set of letters or symbols is used to represent others 
2 a code: a message in cipher 
3 (formal, disapproving) a person or thing of no importance. 
4 (BrE) the first letters of sb’s name combined in a design and used to mark things.
— Middle English cifre, from Old French, from Medieval Latin cifra, from Arabic ṣifr, from ṣafira, to be empty, translation of Sanskrit śūnyam.

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