Paradox

Between existence and non existence
Human life unfolds.
A moment fully engaged
In what seems to be a multicolour pool
Of shapes and shades and tones
That take the form of people
And places and loves and hates
A moment totally dragged away by the scene
And then again observing from what cannot be seen.
I’m all, I’m nothing
Which one you decide
Something will be missing
As in this whole paradox
I do abide.

Shakti