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Quicker Than A Blink

Nov 7, 2024
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Updated: Jul 17, 2025

By Jeeva Jijo


The world is changing, everything is switching.

It all alters in a nick of time,

It is happening right in front of your face.

But you never know as you never see.


The shift happens while all the eyes are closed.

The very moment you shut your eyes.

The world is varying through the time you blink

By the time you open those eyes of yours back again,

All of it comes back to reality, like-

Nothing ever happened, like- 

Nothing is happening.


The world is fooling you, you-

Are effortlessly deceived. The-

Whole world is changing, 

Quicker than a blink of eye, and-

There is nothing you can do,

You are easily leaded astray.

In a split second, you are- 

Being betrayed by your own reality.


It is your reflection claiming to-

Lead the path, through, but to the lies.


Everything has lost its meanings,

No one is breathing, 

And you aren’t even aware.

Just a mere creature, now-

It’s you the one, who’s inferior.


All your senses are paralyzed, the-

Left over emotions, the-

Left alone sensations, are-

Injected to your iris, and again-

You never ever know, when-

Will you be able to-

See through your eyelids?


Are you not suffocating?

Can’t you not feel it yet?

The life around you is sophisticated, 

The world is manipulating itself, and-

You are the victim now, a mere creature.


The lies are easily disseminated,

The world is being dissimilated,

The alters, by the time you blink,

Comes back to realness, only-

Till your eyes are closed again.


By Jeeva Jijo

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