"A labyrinth of Unpolished Scribbles"

  Tears of the sky; a drop fell on my eye. Sitting on the garden seat, raindrops touched my feet. Looking down the ground, droplets floating around, beating the heat of the day standing water at bay. I looked down, saw me in the wet gown; I gazed at my reflection, admiring nature's perfection, through the still calm water, and my thoughts wander. I could see, shades of me, the brighter and the lighter, the grey and the blue, the dark and the pale hue. These tears could draw, all the colors of life, I saw; the days of laughter, and the pain thereafter. Reflecting things I knew, through a different view. How I cried?  And ran to hide, again stood strong against the wrong. Fighting back everytime, remembering how bold am I I saw my reflected soul, over which I lost control. Did I forget my true self? Did I not trust myself? Alone time I need, to decode, mind and soul to be in concord If I could find, the reason behind. How strange was the change?  A leaf dropped into the water, the st

The reality of perception, at times, a misconception, Interpretation in mind, where thoughts, entwined. Things, I feel good, might be misunderstood. Delineating good and bad, depending on notions you had. What I think blue, not the same for you. Some enjoy dark nights, others, the day lights. Love for happy fairy tales, or scary stories, biting nails. Black or white? wrong or right? It's about who you are, and what you look for. Put your feet on the ground, open your eyes and walk around. I can see the bright flowers, you may see the tall towers. Looking at the same things, beyond the wild imaginings, what we see is a choice, listening to mind's voice. Varied versions of reality, based on your personality. You can't always believe, what you perceive. With a blank expression, you conceal the impression, with no scope to change, of self- concept, so strange. May be not fair and smooth, but this is the forgotten truth. Perception is not the sooth, but your own truth. The cloud