A dot
In a state of singularity
I had no face, no body
No heart or brain
No identity or name
But that was real 'me'
Entirely me
It was blissful being that dot…
Now, there are trillions of dots inside me
In my body, in my brain
All these dots interact with each other
And with other dots in the universe
Getting entangled
They fight and cry
Love, hate or rejoice
Sometime outside dots order my dots around
In another moment my own dots want to run the world
Want to own the world…
I miss that early state
That one point was much more sacred
Than all these trillions put together
My originality is lost due to multiplicity
I wish to return to the same state,
To the state of singularity and
Non-existent existence
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