Reality- A Maze
If you’ve ever been in a maze,
You’ll know what it is for sure,
And then there’s a maze of all mazes,
A ‘Metamaze’- phrase of my own,
Reality, you see is not what you think,
There’s a lot which goes behind the scenes,
A peek outside, a peep within,
Layers travelling beyond extremes,
And then I ask,
Who are we?
To define ‘normality’?
A disturbance for one, a pleasure for another,
What’s the criterion for reality?
The chaos, my dear, is all around,
For some its noise, for others silence,
And then out of a million, a voice stands out,
Making its presence felt in the absence.
A thousand books have come and by,
People narrating their philosophy,
But if we have the right to live,
Don’t we all have our realities?
We’ve entered a maze,
And played for years,
The exit we may not know,
Lost one moment, found in another,
That’s how we play the show.
PS: This poem was written in the OPD when thoughts simply got weaved into words.
