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Shruti Deshmukh

Abstract Fantasy

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Shruti Deshmukh

Abstract Fantasy

Blur!

Blur!

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Sometimes,

It's all blur!


Everything you see, hear and process, gets all blurred at once.

The world suddenly seems no longer familiar, no longer mine.


I crave for my world, the world I’ve always called mine.

Ahh…everything seems lost, under those blurry visions.


It almost seems like my worst nightmare, has become my inevitable reality.

Everything I wanted to skip, has been crash landed on my doorstep.


And exactly when I need to put up myself together, I get blurred….

Confused between real and fake.


And then I surrender myself to something…….. 

 which is actually fake but my eyes see it as utmost “real” thing.


And of course I supposedly fell into a trap laid by my own so called “real ones” (my eyes),

I myself turn into a beast for myself and nothing comes to the rescue.!


Then I no longer trust myself, my vision, my instincts all armed down

Hopes no longer give hopes and people no longer seem humans.


Then suddenly there’s a path I see in front of me, which convinces me to lead to salvation

Again I trust it, and move on mindlessly as fast as I can


And hence, as we say “it’s all a loop”

I find myself blurred all again (as it always was)

And I deceive myself all over again….



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