The more I stay at home
the more visible I am turning,
ironic it sounds, ain’t it?
that is what is real.
I am seen with the virtual in mind
the image grows larger than the real.
a bit of physics which I studied
young rescues me,
The real image is made
of converging rays
while the virtual
is an extension of divergences.
I remain at the focal point
where my varied installations
convert me as an image
which is bigger than the lifelike.
Being absolutely an unfit
I squeeze myself into the mould
with an unease, with a suspicion
as how I am perceived.
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