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Perceptions

Updated: Oct 4, 2024

By Abarna N



Even when we all have same set of eyes

The way we see the world is different

Even when sky and ground are same

The view from ours are different

We perceive things and people differently

And not for what and who they are really

Some with prejudice about others

Some with pride about themselves

When we see from different window

The view will be different

And we forgot , the view we had a look

Might have other back view than what it look

Rather than assuming all negatives and etching the view you got in memory

Shall we try over and keep only the beautiful and happy views of them in our memory

Not trying to be a fool

But want to live like a free soul

Cause I know

In the end All is just for the show

Perceptions and assumptions made us to forget

The happy views of some

And it will be too late to regret

When realisation finally hits in

So , let’s show comfort to the parts of them

For we clearly are not an open book of emotions

Let’s not blinded by illusions

It is as simple and as easy to accept

That we all have our own precept

Not everything we painted wrong is really wrong

Not everything we painted right is really right

Perceptions differ

The view we gets differ

And between what is right and what is wrong

Isn’t that change from where we stand or what we went through

All of us have different parts of us

Which made us

Which broke us

And when all of them are perfectly sewed by our loved ones comfort

It will represent the real us

Just as the different parts of symphony

Which will bring us harmony

If we appreciate and comfort the toughest parts of people

When they are in their toughest period of their life

They will also bloom like a beautiful flower

They will also paint sky in your world with beautiful shades and bring meteor shower

Just like a piano which has only black and white keys

But can paint brilliant colours of emotions with just two coloured keys


By Abarna N



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