Reality- A Maze

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.