Someone tied the artist’s mind
And trapped it inside egoic marketplace
The ego’s orb allowed circling only around worldly shifting goalpost.
The artist hid and doodled dreams of fantastical accomplishments
OF finishing the story that continues to grow
Still fantasising of those swirly ‘times of flow’
This artist that had touched the ether
Lingering remembrance of its taste
Artist grinds it down to digestible portions
Pulling it down manufacturing plane
Ether burns and dries in the fiery field of ambitions
It loses itself in drill of mundane
So who is holding the measuring flask?
Neither the artist, nor the soul
Or The world that is still catching up
Still the artist emptying its being
Exchanging all subtle enormities with puny gross
So doodle away artist,
sustains the feeling mind of collective soul
The puzzle has too many fixed parts
It need its vibrational missing piece
Release the ether,
Create blatantly those doodling slice
Get far away from the gravity field of your ego‘s orb
-Rupika Moitra
Flutter and Glide 