Oh, the things that I hear and I see,
They just make me want to be free;
From the people who say “What really?”
And the things that they think they can see.
“What really happened?” they ask me,
“What was the real reason?” they say.
But I’ve learned that there’s no such thing,
As the real reason, I’m afraid.
There are just a million different ways
To look at the same old thing,
And each one is right in its own way,
So why should we argue and sing?
So let’s just agree to disagree,
And stop asking these silly old questions;
And if you must ask “What really?”
Just ask yourself, and then guess.
Tag: reality
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What Really?
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Freedom
Freedom is the wind in my hair,
The sun on my face,
The sound of the waves crashing on the shore.Freedom is the right to choose my own path,
To live my life the way I want to,
To be who I am, without fear of judgment.Freedom is the ability to speak my mind,
To express myself without censorship,
To be heard and understood.Freedom is the power to make my own decisions,
To take risks and fail,
To learn and grow.Freedom is the most precious gift of all,
And I will never take it for granted.I will fight for freedom,
For myself and for others,
Until it is a reality for everyone.I will not rest until all people are free,
To live their lives in peace and harmony.Freedom is not free,
It is a right that must be fought for,
But it is a fight that is worth fighting.So let us all stand together,
And fight for freedom,
For ourselves and for the world.all, all people, be, censorship, choose, crashing, Decisions, everyone, express, face, fail, fear, fight, for, fought, free, freedom, gift, grow, hair, harmony, Heard, I am, judgment, Learn, life, live, lives, make, mind, myself, not free, others, ourselves, Path, peace, poems, Poetry, power, Precious, reality, rest, right, Risks, Self, shore, speak, stand together, sun, understood, until, want, waves, Way, who, wind, without, world, worth fighting
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Dreaming of Death
Death’s door, dark and daunting
Dreadful dreams, daunting desires
Dancing demons, daunting dangers
Drowning deep, dreadful darkness
Eerie echoes, endless emptiness
Endless expanse, eerie emptiness
Eternal end, endless emptiness
Enveloping emptiness, eternal end
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Trapped Beneath
I’m writhing beneath reality like a trapped animal,
Lost in a world, where nothing seems rational.
The weight of the world, pressing down on my soul,
Leaving me struggling, to simply stay whole.
The world can be cruel, and unforgiving,
Leaving us trapped, in a life barely living.
But even in darkness, there’s a glimmer of light,
A chance to break free, and take flight.
So let us rise, from the depths of despair,
And embrace the world, with a newfound care.
For life is a journey, with twists and turns,
And it’s in the struggles, where true growth is earned.
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The Art of Losing
Lose all you can in this life,
Fret not, for it cuts like a knife,
Material possessions come and go,
True happiness is what you should know.Lose your ego, let it be,
A burden that blinds you from reality,
Lose your fears, let them fly,
Break free from the chains that make you shy.Lose your grudges, let them fade,
Forgiveness is the ultimate aid,
Lose your doubts, let them die,
Believe in yourself, reach for the sky.
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Pipe Dream
It is a pipe dream we’re lighting,
A vision that’s so inviting,
We chase it with all our might,
Hoping it will take flight.
We dream of a world so bright,
Where everything is just right,
But reality can be a fight,
And dreams can fade out of sight.
Still, we hold on with all our might,
To that flicker of hope in sight,
For it is a pipe dream we’re lighting,
And we won’t give up on its igniting.
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The Illusion of Emotion
We chased a feeling not a reality,
Lost in a world of our own duality.
The highs and lows, the twists and turns,
We followed our hearts, but never learned.
The rush of passion, the thrill of desire,
We chased these flames, like moth to fire.
But in the end, we were left with smoke,
Our hearts shattered, our spirits broke.
For emotions are but fleeting and fickle,
A temporary fix, a mere tickle.
We must ground ourselves in what is real,
And not chase illusions that we feel.
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The Waiting Game
Waiting for something that never comes,
Hope and anticipation, they weigh like tons.
Patience wears thin, as time ticks away,
Expectation turns to uncertainty, day by day.Disappointment looms, like a dark cloud,
Frustration builds, like a crowd.
Persistence and perseverance, they’re put to the test,
As faith and trust, they’re put to the rest.Dreams and aspirations, they seem so real,
But reality bites, like a sharp steel.
Illusion fades, like a mirage in the desert,
Emotions and feelings, they’re left to assert.The waiting game, it’s a tricky one,
It can be won, but it can also be undone.
So hold on tight, and don’t let go,
For the train may come, when you least know.
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The Maze of Lucid Dreams
The Maze of Lucid Dreams
In the maze of lucid dreams, I roam
A world of wonder, I call my own
Paths winding, twisting, turning
My imagination, forever churningEach step taken, a new surprise
In this world, where nothing dies
Reality and fantasy, all as one
A journey that’s never donedreams, exploration, fantasy, imagination, journey, lucid, lucid dreams, maze, poem, poems, Poetry, reality, wonder
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Ostracized from Reality
Ostracized from Reality
Ostracized from reality, a lonely place to be
A world of solitude, where only one can see
A mind that wanders, a heart that yearns
For a connection, for someone to learnThe world outside, seems so far away
A distant memory, a forgotten day
Lost in thoughts, lost in dreams
A place where nothing is what it seemsOstracized from reality, a path less traveled
A journey of the mind, where thoughts unravel
A place of wonder, a place of fear
A place where only the brave can steer
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The Equation of Love
The Equation of Love
Love is not a simple equation
That can be solved by calculation
Love is not a linear function
That can be plotted by instructionLove is a complex variable
That can change with every syllable
Love is a nonlinear relation
That can defy any equationLove is a dynamic system
That can evolve with every wisdom
Love is a chaotic phenomenon
That can surprise with every outcomeLove is an unsolvable mystery
That can inspire every history
Love is an infinite possibility
That can create every reality
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Nauseating Reality
Nauseating Reality
The world is full of pain and sorrow
The news is full of war and terror
The people are full of hate and fear
The leaders are full of lies and greedThe earth is full of scars and wounds
The sky is full of smoke and smog
The water is full of trash and toxins
The air is full of dust and germsThe life is full of stress and struggle
The work is full of pressure and boredom
The love is full of betrayal and heartbreak
The joy is full of fleeting and fakeThis is the nauseating reality we face
This is the bitter truth we taste
This is the dismal fate we embrace
This is the hopeless state we waste
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Visceral Discomfort
Visceral Discomfort
I feel a knot in my stomach
As I face the unpleasant truth
The reality is harsh and bitter
And I can’t swallow it smoothI feel a pain in my chest
As I deal with the heavy guilt
The consequences are dire and lasting
And I can’t mend what I’ve spiltI feel a throb in my head
As I cope with the constant stress
The pressure is overwhelming and crushing
And I can’t find any restI feel a visceral discomfort
As I live with the dark regret
The past is haunting and taunting
And I can’t ever forget
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The Dissonance of My Soul
The Dissonance of My Soul
I feel a dissonance in my soul
A clash between what I am and what I show
A gap between what I feel and what I know
A rift between what I want and what I oweI hear a dissonance in my soul
A noise that drowns out the harmony
A sound that disturbs the melody
A voice that contradicts the symphonyI see a dissonance in my soul
A vision that blurs the clarity
A sight that obscures the reality
A view that challenges the verityI seek a dissonance in my soul
A spark that ignites the change
A flame that burns the cage
A fire that lights the way.
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I Had a Dream…
I Had a Dream…
I had a dream, a world so bright,
Where love and peace were in sight,
A place where everyone was free,
And happiness was the only decree.In this dream, the sky was blue,
The flowers bloomed in every hue,
The birds sang a melodious song,
And the rivers flowed all day long.I saw people from every land,
Holding each other’s hand in hand,
Smiling, laughing, in perfect glee,
Living together in harmony.In this dream, there was no hate,
No violence, no fear, no threat,
Only kindness, only love,
A world we all dream of.But then I woke up, and reality set in,
The world we live in, full of sin,
But I hold on to this dream so dear,
That one day, this world will be clear.
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Lost in a Twisted Reality
Lost in a twisted reality, a world so absurd,
A mind-bending trip that’s quite absurd.
A place where nothing’s quite what it seems,
A place where dreams are crushed and hopes are in tatters, it seems.A world of chaos, where logic’s a joke,
A world where common sense is broke.
Where up is down and left is right,
And everything’s just a little bit too trite.In this twisted reality, love is a game,
Where hearts are shattered and souls are left in pain.
Where trust is a thing of the past,
And betrayal is the only thing that lasts.So let’s not get lost in this twisted reality,
Let’s hold on to what’s true and keep our sanity.
For in this world of madness and confusion,
Love and hope are the only real solution.
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The Illusionist’s Realm
The Illusionist’s Realm
Within the realm of the illusionist’s craft,
A world of magic and wonder is born,
Where reality is stretched and stretched.The stage is set, the audience is laughed,
As the illusionist’s tricks are performed,
Within the realm of the illusionist’s craft.The magician’s hands move with lightning fast,
As smoke and mirrors create a new norm,
Where reality is stretched and stretched.The audience is left in a state aghast,
As the impossible is now the norm,
Within the realm of the illusionist’s craft.But behind the smoke and mirrors’ contrast,
Lies the skill of the magician’s true form,
Where reality is stretched and stretched.And so, the show comes to a close at last,
Leaving the audience with a sense of awe,
Within the realm of the illusionist’s craft,
Where reality is stretched and stretched.Audience, Craft, Illusionist, illusionist’s, magic, Performance, poem, poems, Poetry, reality, realm, Villanelle, wonder
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Dreams and Nightmares
Dreams and Nightmares
In dreams we soar on wings of light,
Through starry skies and endless night,
But nightmares come with claws and fangs,
And haunt our minds with wicked pangs.We yearn for sleep, to dream once more,
But fear the horrors that may be in store.
Dreams and nightmares, two sides of a coin,
We must accept both to live and join.
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The Doorway to Dreamland
The Doorway to Dreamland
The door to Dreamland is always ajar,
An invitation to the land of the asleep,
Where dreams take flight like a shooting star.In this realm, there is no judgement or bar,
Only the subconscious thoughts that creep,
The door to Dreamland is always ajar.A place where imagination roams far,
And reality is forgotten in a heartbeat,
Where dreams take flight like a shooting star.A world where the mind is free to spar,
With the worries that one would keep,
The door to Dreamland is always ajar.A place where one’s spirit can restart,
And the soul can finally take a seat,
Where dreams take flight like a shooting star.So, let the door to Dreamland be ajar,
And let the mind wander into the deep,
Where dreams take flight like a shooting star.
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It Was All a Dream #Poetry
I woke up with a start,
Heart racing, mind awhirl,
For in my sleep I lived a life,
That now seemed like a distant world.A world of magic, love, and wonder,
Where anything was possible and real,
But now it’s fading fast from view,
Like a vanishing dream that I can’t feel.I long to go back to that place,
To feel the sun upon my face,
To touch the stars and hold the moon,
To dance in fields of endless bloom.But alas, it was all a dream,
A figment of my mind’s creation,
A glimpse into another realm,
A fleeting moment of imagination.And though it’s gone, I still hold on,
To the memories of what I’ve seen,
For in that dream I found myself,
And learned that all is not as it seems.
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The Power of Action
The Power of Action
In the face of adversity and strife
The power of action can change our life
It’s not enough to sit and wait
We must take the reins of our fateWith each step forward, we gain momentum
And transform our dreams into a reality that’s seldom.
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“The Search for Truth: A Collection of Quotes”
“The Search for Truth: A Collection of Quotes”
- “The truth is rarely pure and never simple.” – Oscar Wilde
- “Three things cannot be long hidden: the sun, the moon, and the truth.” – Buddha
- “Truth is like the sun. You can shut it out for a time, but it ain’t goin’ away.” – Elvis Presley
- “The truth will set you free, but first it will piss you off.” – Gloria Steinem
- “Better a cruel truth than a comfortable delusion.” – Edward Abbey
- “There are two ways to be fooled. One is to believe what isn’t true; the other is to refuse to believe what is true.” – Søren Kierkegaard
- “Honesty is the first chapter in the book of wisdom.” – Thomas Jefferson
- “Truth is the property of no individual but is the treasure of all men.” – Ralph Waldo Emerson
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Contradiction of Perception
Contradiction of Perception
Eyes see but what is true,
Mind interprets all anew,
Reality is subjective, not a fact,
Illusions often lead to impact.Perception is a game of the mind,
Bias and filters make us blind,
Contradictions we can’t ignore,
Perception is often a double-edged sword.
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Virtual Reality
Virtual Reality
In a world beyond our own,
A place of sights yet to be shown,
Virtual reality takes us there,
A new dimension for us to share.A world of wonder, a digital sphere,
Virtual reality, forever here.© VishalDutia
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The Harsh Reality of War
The Harsh Reality of War
Beneath the calmness of blue skies,
Lies the blood-soaked earth with cries.
Of mothers, children, and brave hearts,
Lost to war’s endless, hateful arts.
Tears shed for the ultimate price,
Of peace that never came to suffice.
© VishalDutia
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It’s a strange world
It’s a strange world
It’s a strange world we live in, Full of wonder and surprise, Where the impossible can happen, And reality can seem like lies.
Where the darkest of nights, Can turn into the brightest of days, And the smallest of whispers, Can carry the loudest of waves.
Where love and hate coexist, And hope and despair entwine, And the beauty of life, Is oftentimes hard to define.
It’s a strange world we live in, Full of joy and sorrow alike, Where laughter and tears, Can follow the same life strike.
Where the future is uncertain, And the past can never be changed, And the present is but a fleeting moment, That quickly slips away.
But in this strange world, There is a magic that we find, In the moments of love and kindness, That keep our hearts entwined.
So let us cherish this strange world, And all that it has to give, For in its beauty and mystery, Lies the reason to truly live.
© VishalDutia
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I sometimes imagine
I sometimes imagine
Version 1
I sometimes imagine a world so bright, Where stars and galaxies shine so light, A world full of wonder, so pure and true, A world where my dreams can all come through.
I imagine a life so full of love, Where the sun always shines above, A life of adventure, with every step, A life where there’s nothing to regret.
I sometimes imagine a place so free, Where everyone can just be, A place where hate and fear have no place, A place where love and kindness embrace.
I imagine a world where peace reigns supreme, Where everyone is treated like a queen or king, A world where wars and battles are no more, And every heart is free to soar.
But then I open my eyes and see, The world is not quite what it could be, There’s still so much pain and suffering around, And so much work to be done, still to be found.
But even so, I still imagine and dream, Of a better world that’s yet to be seen, For dreams have the power to inspire, And bring about change that can lift us higher.
Version 2
I sometimes imagine a world of my own, Where the sky is forever blue, And the sun shines bright on fields of gold, And every dream comes true.
I sometimes imagine a life without strife, Where every heart is free, And every soul is filled with light, And love flows like the sea.
I sometimes imagine a place of peace, Where the world is calm and still, And every voice is heard and cherished, And every heart has its fill.
I sometimes imagine a world of wonder, Where the stars light up the night, And the moon shines bright like a beacon, Guiding us to what’s right.
I sometimes imagine a life of purpose, Where we all have a role to play, And every heart beats with passion, And every dream lights the way.
I sometimes imagine a world of hope, Where love conquers all, And every heart is filled with joy, And every soul stands tall.
So I close my eyes and I dream away, To a world of endless possibility, Where every heart is filled with love, And every dream is a reality.
© VishalDutia
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Are you ready?
Writing for me isn’t easy
Unwriting, much harder
So I do
Until I get enoughWith all blissful vibes
Symphony of grace
Overwhelm spirit
Grounding reality
And a magic of its ownOut of sight
Let me take you on a journey
Reconnecting all the senses
Returning back to sanity
Curiosity
Wonder
Imagination
And spontaneity
Apprehending the whole
And meet you in the another realm
©VishalDutia
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It Tolls for Thee
Not to string you along, my dear
but we cannot simply cut ties with the past
even the inconsequential have its consequences
You might outlive regret, but that doesn’t mean all is forgiven.© VishalDutia
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Reality Check
Walking along such a glitchy path
Fading away an unrecorded memory
Minding your steps in a dance of math
Just blinking thrice
Puts an end to discovery
Rising the stakes, calling the void
toward a rushing horizon
Losing control of a stolen asteroid
Truth is as pure as meaningless
An opinion is romanticized delusion
Finding the way among fragments
Of life simultaneously lost
In time the Dreams will start again
In shared and obvious confusion
And universal vanity
Echoes of faith in the darkness
Splatter meaning on innocent nothings
Let’s pray there isn’t more to guess
Real is real but what else is
Wait what was the question already ?© VishalDutia
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H u s h
Death whispers your name..
s o f t l y
Across the valley of youth.
Grim truth, unseen realities, strange longing disguised
The Herald of betrayal spill down your blood…
A b r u p t l y
Your screams travel nowhere in the hearse
you’ll never see my flooding tears
Time tickle to gather all those faces
They’re drifting in the ancient remanant
along with your palsied testimony
H u s h
The pain you get is ‘not’ the pain you owe.
//What’s real anymore ?//©VishalDutia
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Dream
Dreams are what we make
From ideas, wants and desires
From our minds and spirits
We can take them into reality
At anytime
It just requires will, persistence
And faith
If you believe
Especially in yourself
You can do anything
At anytime, anywhere
Dream big
Watch it grow
Into your reality
We are each an artist
Creating our own worlds
Believe and dream©VishalDutia
(Scheduled Post
2022/07/13)
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I miss you
When I sit and think about you,
I have to face the harsh reality
that I’m grieving a person that doesn’t exist anymore…
This version of you isn’t in love with me.
You probably don’t think about me as much as I do of you.
I wonder if you ever sit and fantasize of what could be or if you’ve forgotten all about me.I hope somewhere deep down you wish that your “one” could of been me, because god do I wish mine was you.
~ I hope you miss me too.
©VishalDutia
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Reality is not real
The inspiration dies
All the time in the world
Is never enough
The food loses its spice,
the river floods
the fire burns
the dust settles,
the smoke fills the air
Thunder glitters the sky,
the land slides.
A small child cries
The sun sets
The gloom steps in
An adult hides,
the sourness stays
The prices rises
market falls
debts increases,
Diseases spread around
World is falling apart.
Everyone is going back
It is true but not.
Nothing really exists
Illusions dive in.
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