The Air

The air of light-heartedness
Stood amidst the concrete pull of gravity.
How is it possible that
The mind is able to hold the universe
And still its perception limited?
Boundless by imagination yet restricted.

The solidness of reality
Is like a tangible rope to cling unto.
Yet the depths of concepts
Are like air, a need.

Even if the person is purely
Academically inclined.
A world without illustrations and colours
Is a dry place
With the lack of that particular' something'.

Even if the person does not beg
Or totally unaware on its existence,
The 'something' will forever remain
The missing piece.

~S.H.~