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The beholder seeks truth in the world Truth? The orange hues of sunset Or the blues it leaves behind, The smile of a child Or the pain his heart resides, The beauty of rose Or the thorns below it hides, A bottle half full to quench your thirst Or half empty, it’s hard to find, The truth or falsehood of world It’s always in the beholder's eyes….

I am well aware that parallels are never meant to cross each other in the real world. But they might have an intersection when they're inside you, inside me and probably almost everyone out there. Two tracks that never cross each other, Symphonies that never resonates with one another, The parallels, which has always coexisted within a sentient corse ( Me ) if that’s possible. I guess it isn’t rare, my mind is still bare, body breathing just fine, yet something inside feels confined:  Two Personas ( probably uncountable though ) Putting together ; 1: a calm discreet nature,      thoughtful, sensitive, and a bit tender,      with a menacing tone,      who is always ready to surrender. 2: a  misanthrope ( not really) ,     with disdain for everything to ever exist,     an anxious reticent character     though being opposed still persists. Having been engaged in the mortifying ordeal ( how poetic of someo...

Being part of this discontent human race, signifying frustration with life in every possible way, on certain days, at certain times…. . I’ve wondered.. why does the world seem so much more yet so less at the same time, why the orders made by the identical races are so hard to follow( by themselves ), if all the madness lies inside the world, why does it still feel so ordinary, why is the feeling for everything so deep, yet the world still feels hollow, I’ve wondered….. about the possibilities within the impossible, dwelling to and fro between fiction and reality I admit, asking myself if that blurry line between them would ever be crossable, if the fantasy I seek helps me escape my truth or is actually helping me survive in it. In the dark ,in the quiet and in the solitude…. I have, I most definitely have wondered about those interchangeable feelings, that changes at the drop of a hat, how the past I refused to live in, has now become one of the very few blissful memoirs I wanna reliv...

Those vacant eyes I see, that barren heart I feel, that would I wish I could heal. Merely a glance, a paradoxical dance, heart flutters, a sudden realization , and everything shatters. Solitude I feel, seemingly too real, comforting yet isolating. Absurd I say, but enchanting in some way, gaze so strong, probably its wrong, like a flame of a candle, spark that I cannot handle. Deciphering a complex code, standing in front of a divergent road, feelings are entwined , brain unplagued by the world, time disappeared, as I did  and so my non-existent.

When I ponder upon life's temporary bloom, in a big stage I see, merely a 4 walled room; The room where I am by myself  but a celestial realm I feel countless shadows ripples in my eyes slowly immersing in what's not real. For in dreams, I enter a world  that's entirely mine drowning, flying, gliding, freedom I feel just like how I have always defined. I glide over the highest cloud and swim in the deepest sea I fly within those colorful rays and drown with a slightest glee. I summon the breeze fall with the drop of rain taking huge leap across those fluffy clouds plucking the petals of grey such a mystical dawn  somewhere far away a hidden lake I see a gentle hug from the fog reminds myself of that forgotten me .