Beneath Thee Layers

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The era began then,

Momentary blips; questions over who would initiate.

Seeking solitude, yet fearful,

I gazed at them; hopefully.

Hope; for I wished to understand them whole;

With just a glance invested.

But what if its not to be?

Is my prior bias, enough of an evidence to withdraw?

Will I finally be understood?

What is it that they infer?

As I embraced the process, with mindful chaos;

Cloudy eyes, that gazed past empty faces.

Or were they a reflection?

A mist my mind had pulled off,

As I looked on; reality unfolded.

A wry smile, I muster, hoping not to be read.

A phase is reached, one I defy,

As the moment soaks in, chaos made a mark.

A mark? One that moulds me without consent;

Double- minded, I walk away, rewinding time.


But what if it is to be?

Well; time resonated.

A satisfied reality? A sight to behold,

For I reciprocated.

For I had support to fall on,

Support to rise with.

An equilibrium; where we accept what we are.

Incomprehensible is this discussion,

For have thou pondered on black holes and then strike trivial gossip?

A realm, where innumerous traits interacts, much like the black hole,

For what was to be a collective mindset.

Significance? A mere thesis,

For thee brings life amidst existential crisis.

What off obligations?

Alas! Each understood the other, just how much they knew thee Self.

What's that thou feels?

How I wish I had words to say,

For time spent amidst; spoken, unspoken nuances yield a collective memory.


Had I known, they would master their roles,

I would have bettered mine.

The sun would'nt set on such a time,

For they had unknowingly become a part of me.

Such Ease did I expect?

Yet unlike a fabled script,

Stern whirlwinds of catalysts stand,

Seeking a spark to initiate,

What would drive a wedge.

Thee most glorious of them,

A possessive substance; corrodes the surface with prejudice.

Alas! There's nothing I can do,

But watch as it unfolds;

For thou knows what's at stake.

A choice of thought is all that remains,

And yet destiny lies unfathomed.



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