This materialistic world, is it an illusion?
What is reality then?
A game of perception?
You are what I deem you to be,
Your imagination defines who I am (for you),
Truth–a distant dream!
Is truth illumined by some perfect order of words,
or the rhythm of my heart that brings awareness
that I am alive on this earth?
The sprouting flowers, the tombstone,
the outer paraphernalia,
the inner search of self
Cloaked with colours and contours,
Thoughts, beliefs, and conceptions,
Truth is warped – lost in being
I scour for my truth
I search for my being
But isn’t this world an illusion?
Vandana Bhasin
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