Perceived Reality

By Simone Kothari

A blanket of blue, bestowed on each, 

Imprinted with clots of white,

A canvas, a beautiful one indeed, 

At-least that’s what I heard from a few, from the sapien breed. 

An orange sword from behind the white cloth, 

Hurts the pupil of the eye,

Shredding the threads of blue, 

My my, the same picture ugly now. 

I now wonder which few’s sight was true. 

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The frills of red,

Overlaid with mesh of lighter shade,

Rendered her as ambitious and bold.

Oh wait, did it now?

“Attention-seeker,””hurts the eye,” “cringe”

For that's what half the people told.

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It was picturesque; the sight of petals unfolding the way --

Blossoming and nurturing into flowerhood. 

Wait perhaps, I misunderstood…

As the stains of brown lingering on petals caught my sight, 

Eh disdainful, maybe the other half was right.  

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It’s funny how the unbiased reality befalls on all; alike, 

Yet disparate, and contrasting for each,

Some perceive beauty while some eye the unbeautiful,

Perhaps, there is no ‘reality’ that exists,

Perhaps, reality is just perceived. 

By Simone Kothari