As you wait
You look around,
Searching for movements-
Since time is moving,
We just assume, our
Surrounding is too;
And surrounding does–
But, it’s not supposed to,
Unlike time.

So, why does it move?
Why does a puffer of air wake you,
You sleeping amidst the gust?
Why does a hum of an insect disturb,
Amidst the Yell of City Noise?

‘Tis all the movement, an illusion
You created to not feel alone-
You not feel plastic–
More than illusion, it’s a syndrome
That Nature is undergoing,
Because of your Selfish mind.
You are the Real Pavlov,
Conditioning every iota,
Just so you could… live.
Thank you!