Circle of Life

Everything, all that is
A mere reflection of oneself
Life, a reflection of reality
As life and death
As dawn and dusk
All imbibed within a circle
The cycle of life
How would one know?
Until one lives it all through
Yet some fail to understand
The mundane, the fundamental
Of all that exists

On my way

Blue hues

Pretentious

Play it all night long

Lustrous

Suspended

This face(t) of me

I fail to accept
Reality- a common thread
Between each one of us
Just left in doubts
What seems real to me
Is not what it is for you
A reason that distorts
Perceptions around me
Reality fickle, a perception
Ambiguous to the core
Nurtures plurality
Every moment I live
I feel the heat of change
A state of unchanging
Is an act of nothingness
Then what is reality?
How can I achieve
A fact resting on appearance
If I can see to the bottom of it
It seems real, how deep can I go
What seems real
Is what is apparent to my senses
What I choose to believe in
How can I be objective?
How can I be real then?
When I, myself is a participant
Like a tightrope walker, the real
Either stands or just falls off
Subjects of grey expelled
I appear a lunatic
In this world of disguise
Makes me paranoid
I fall prey to a glass
Filled with blind faith
Which is my cup of tea
Not the real, I can’t get hold of

Hu(ge)man

Lonely & content

Singled out

The arc

Skin on skin