By Atula Sharma
Intersecting or parallel
You live by yours
And I, by mine
Fractured outside or worse, within!
When reason is stripped away
Bare naked we stand
See me through, if you can
I know you will see what you want to see!
As if there is an alternate reality
That reality is like our truth then
Yours is yours
Mine is mine!
Like dreaming in a dream
But anchored to our roots
Change the reality, we do
While the pockets rule!
As having the last word is the goal
Oh, I never think alone
I need my "Likes"
And corroborate they do!
Call it freedom
But that is when my juices flow
The "others" never cease to surprise
But, I am hanging on to the truth of mine!