Sid Sriram Instagram – How often do you watch the Sun fall into the ocean While the wind sings songs of wasted dreams, wistfully? I see fragments of myself in leaves that fall from a tree that grows as gradually as a quiet love does The most urgent search is for a love both as strong as the depths of roots and as delicate as the tips of branches I spend my days swimming in spaces suspended somewhere in between the stars and the soil Don’t little bro me my brother, I’ve been here many times before and in my deepest moments of peace my eyes roll back eternities, immersed in ancestral planes Fleeting resonances with the divine, strung together to form a compass, enough to quell existential dread Enough to wake the soul up every morning Just as the sun rises quietly with dawn, drenched in yesterday’s promise of the infinite