Visuals Under A Mango Tree..

Our world is shrunken, into a tiny and shiny cocoon, where we live as a king and a queen. With me, myself and I theme, every simple bond is a lie, which we think affectionately real, dependency is not eternal love, time has to tear down the veil, when the curtain is drawn, the scenes are always different, our thirst and hunger may wane, happiness not christened being insane, the sun is real and the moon too, the sand is real and the air too, all these elements are real and the dirt too, but not us, the living.