Matrix

By Arvind Khadse

Rectangular rooms,

Windows and table's,

Buildings and floor's,

Everything looks fable,

Symbiotic world,

Or fabricated delusion,

A programmed software,

Or artificial illusion,

Is it virtual reality,

Or A natural gateway,

Days follow night,

In a synchronised way,

Actions reactions ,

Shadows and Lights,

Buyouncy or gravity,

As levitation takes flight,

I thought I knew,

But to know is to exist,

If it isn't right there,

Then it is just a mist,

Reality takes shapes,

With my own perception,

What I watched and learned,

Became my own deception,

Brain played tricks,

With colours and codes,

The maps I created,

Lead me to endless roads,

Cultures and beliefs,

Were Passed on for generations,

Language and symbols,

Became signs of abbreviation,

My word against yours,

Truth versus lies,

Time became a barrier,

A Framework of caprice,

Locked in for hours,

My life clock is ticking,

There is pattern in regime,

In daily chores or woolen knitting,

I am trapped in matrix,

With agents everywhere,

My beliefs is the blue pill,

Red pill will make me swear ,

So I reason, with reason,

And start saying No,

Always filter information,

And question it's flow,

Engineered is outer world,

With controlled manipulation,

Reflections in innerworld,

Has ended my superstition,

The Whole world is an enigma,

A puzzle to be solved,

We all are born in the labyrinth,

Only open mind will evolve,

By Arvind Khadse