Reality

“Do you ever wonder if what the people think about us is the reality of us?”

“Sometimes, I try to gaze into people’s eyes to see what they perceive me as”

“Sometimes I wonder if what they are looking at is the real me.

If I were to change the appearance, would they be able to recognize me in a crowd full of analogy?

If I were to get lost in this crazy world, would they notice me from afar?

Would they be able to comprehend the true implications of my real identity?”

 

“Sometimes, I take some extra effort and stare into the windowpanes to figure out who I really am”

“Sometimes, I question if my existence is mine at all.

If I were to be born again, would I be the same or would I be a mere reflection of who I am supposed to be?

Looking desperately into the mirror to find the line between reality and pretense; sometimes I stay wide awake trying to understand my subsistence.

In the innocence of a child, in the kindness of a stranger, and in the nonchalance of a student, engraved could be the beauty of existence.”

 

“Often, I stay a little longer outside to stare at the clouds making countless shapes and wonder if form is indeed just another part of someone’s imagination”

“Sometimes I glance at the scars and wonder if the true beauty is really in the eyes of the beholder.

If I were to remove all the scars and the stains, would we be able to distinguish between the beauty and the beast?

If God were to make everything flawless, would there really be anything perfect?

So enlighten me, could there be light without the dark and rain without the storm?”

                                                                                                                                - Anshu Sharma