In a sheer search of being understood,
Utter despair of being heard,
Or seen – not presumed,
I found myself in a void.

The valley of understanding-
Is far-fetched and beyond.
Doubt and fear brood,
Over the alley of fraud.
In the land of the imposters.

Is Percption;
Recognition;
Validation;
The reality of existence?

If it’s not perceived,
Does it not exist?
If it’s not recognized,
Is it fraud?
If it’s not validated,
Is it horrendous?

In the alley of doubt,
Existence is fought.
Reality is denied.

In mere quest of understanding,
I rave on life.
I rage war on myself.
I fry truth.
I worship doubt.
I rever death.

If it wasn’t for the land of doubt,
Or the walls of misconception,
What would the world be?
A raid or a bliss?

If understanding reigns,
Wouldn’t that make the world
A real work of art?!