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The Truth


The Truth


romantic heartbreak poem for her


A perception is not real truth,
Atleast not always.
A bright smile might be misleading, hiding the deep pain inside.
Who is to know?
Who is to see the real truth behind the closed walls?

But sometimes the truth is matter of perception.
The day is here, night might be somewhere else.
The moment in which you are alive is the real truth.
The person you are right now is the real truth.
The person you are with right now is the real truth.
The place you are in right now is the real truth.
Except these, all are the dust of the memories.
Tighter you try to hold further it slips away.

The voice you are speaking out loud is the real truth.
The air you are breathing in and out is the real truth.
The rain falling through your skin is the real truth.
Every beat of your heart is the real truth.
Except these, all are the shadows of the memories.
Closer you go farther they go away.

A real truth is an enigma.
A blur line between dream and reality,
A grey region between black and white.
Truth is bitter, truth can hurt.
The real truth can shift the paradigm of the mind.

Love is real truth
If you embrace it and refuse the hate.
Past is the history future is the mystery
The greatest truth of all is the moment in which we are writing our story.

Optimism and pessimism both are there but your choice makes one the real truth.


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