perceptions

Perception resides on an angular plateau,
Measured by its height and depth,
Of exposure to relationships and pieces,
In knowledge and experiences of life.

Like opinions, it differs with individuals,
Yet perception is stronger than truth,
As deceptive as a mirage, it’s the nucleus
Of emotions, which forges our attitudes.

Each of us is an island of thoughts;
Twisted in wavering philosophies,
Understanding ludicrously embedded–
In differing muses and layers of perspectives.

In such opulence, is diversity nurtured,
Ennobled to accommodate differences,
We dwell in slums and ruins of thoughts,
To wholesomely perceive an act as odd.

Perception, you pronounce judgements;
Prejudicing our thoughts and actions,
Taunting, insulting and criticizing others,
Are you not projecting your acts on us?

Perception, source of Einsten’s relativity;
Why triumph over the blunders of others?
When only Time determines substance,
Always, leaving in its trail, a slum of regrets.