Do I really exist? Do you?

By- Manoj Sri Harsha

Do I exist?
Or Do I not?
How can I resist,
questioning about it a lot.
Am I living in now? Or is this a memory? Am I in the mind of a cow? As a memento mori!
Whenever I relive a memory, It feels as real as now. Is my entire life an allegory? In the mind of that cow!
How can I know that this is present? It's tough to differentiate. The wall is so transparent, for my mind to mediate.
I can remember each moment as far as I can, And that is when I'm three! Now I'm older and a man, In a thought-drifting spree.
If this my life, and this is how I live. Then is it even life? Am I even alive?
Being forced to chase printed paper, that is supposed to help me. But I don't want to prosper, but just a life that's free.
I want that crude, our inner self! Not a pretentious prude, our masked-self!
Back then was great, when the cave was our residence. All we did was mate, and with no thoughts of precedence.
In this mechanical, and robotic life, the things are so cynical, and cruelty is just so rife!
Back to the cave, I can never go. But I can stop to rave! For I can pretend mellow!
But not just my life, it is your life too. Did you ever feel safe? Do you not want out of this zoo?
Have you not hoped this to end? Or have you started penance? Or have you beforehand, Figured out this meaningless existence!
I still can't, and maybe won't! Will never can't Know if life is existent!

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Manoj Sri Harsha

A filmmaker who's also a philosopher and I have always been a writer. My urge to tell stories have provoked and boosted me to write my thoughts out as words, sentences and essays! I treat storytelling objectively and would always try new things to tell any story in a different way. Big fan of the Avant-garde!

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