The reality behind the knowing
Category : POEM Author : ANKITA BORTHAKUR Date : Mon Dec 11 2017 Views : 311
A Cognition
This could be the side
Nor too west, neither too east;
yeah its in here,
or somewhere near...
Nothing is certain
like the changing rain,
the truth behind this immediate cognition;
or am I not true?
They say the feeling of intuition is strong;
the wind shows the way, but now it is still..
This should be the side,
neither too west nor too east..
I will not change my path,
for without any rational consciousness
I feel it's in here...
When a painted person moves
I find myself confined in a wooden frame,
people stare at me and praises me for the beautiful artistry work.
I did put up an amazing landscape today,
behind my back..
The lush green fields and the blue sky meeting at the horizon..
They call it beautiful artistry
but I know things are real here.
I walk through the paths people consider to be not real..
Yet I appear still every single day,
without people knowing till today...
The life of a painted person;
undefined, unimaginative, virtual,
but yet colourful...
The smooth strokes of a paintbrush,
gives life to a person who didn't even exist...
A Cognition
This could be the side
Nor too west, neither too east;
yeah its in here,
or somewhere near...
Nothing is certain
like the changing rain,
the truth behind this immediate cognition;
or am I not true?
They say the feeling of intuition is strong;
the wind shows the way, but now it is still..
This should be the side,
neither too west nor too east..
I will not change my path,
for without any rational consciousness
I feel it's in here...
When a painted person moves
I find myself confined in a wooden frame,
people stare at me and praises me for the beautiful artistry work.
I did put up an amazing landscape today,
behind my back..
The lush green fields and the blue sky meeting at the horizon..
They call it beautiful artistry
but I know things are real here.
I walk through the paths people consider to be not real..
Yet I appear still every single day,
without people knowing till today...
The life of a painted person;
undefined, unimaginative, virtual,
but yet colourful...
The smooth strokes of a paintbrush,
gives life to a person who didn't even exist...
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