I wear lenses,
A pair of glasses for my eyes,
For some sort of defect,
The world refers to it as Myopia,
A very common eye correction,
For those who suffer it,
Are known to be ‘short sighted’,
In the terms of world.
But I am an exception,
I wear these for the very clear vision,
Very uncommon for others,
In this blindfolded world of dark,
Where no light escapes,
In the midst of conformity,
The one with glasses follows the same,
With the ultimate goal of materialism.
My ‘glasses’ are the filters,
Refining my brainpower,
To observe this world as a plot hole,
Where everyone drowns deeply,
With no hopes and saviours.
I have a viewpoint,
A very extraordinary perspective,
Uneasy to digest.
I saw this cruel world,
A whirlpool of critics.
My eyes searching for the peace,
Through my worn glasses.
My maturity still rising with time,
Leaving behind that ‘innocence’,
Accepting the harsh universal fact,
Time by time, nothing remains the same.
These lenses are just an objective,
Having backstage full of brainstorming,
Rectifying the novice eyes,
To see the degenerative globe,
Not easy to see otherwise,
With naked wide opened cornea lens,
Very difficult to capture in mind,
The readymade synthetic society.
Let me clear you !
These lenses are the gizmo,
I have earned along that previous hard time,
With the headache caused by the undeniable reality,
Draining all my capacitance,
Leading to my present incarnation,
The world I see now through the lenses,
A real film with the veil of Monomania !
Jan 13
Jan 13, 2026 at 1:11 PM UTC
I wear lenses,
A pair of glasses for my eyes,
For some sort of defect,
The world refers to it as Myopia,
A very common eye correction,
For those who suffer it,
Are known to be ‘short sighted’,
In the terms of world.
But I am an exception,
I wear these for the very clear vision,
Very uncommon for others,
In this blindfolded world of dark,
Where no light escapes,
In the midst of conformity,
The one with glasses follows the same,
With the ultimate goal of materialism.
My ‘glasses’ are the filters,
Refining my brainpower,
To observe this world as a plot hole,
Where everyone drowns deeply,
With no hopes and saviours.
I have a viewpoint,
A very extraordinary perspective,
Uneasy to digest.
I saw this cruel world,
A whirlpool of critics.
My eyes searching for the peace,
Through my worn glasses.
My maturity still rising with time,
Leaving behind that ‘innocence’,
Accepting the harsh universal fact,
Time by time, nothing remains the same.
These lenses are just an objective,
Having backstage full of brainstorming,
Rectifying the novice eyes,
To see the degenerative globe,
Not easy to see otherwise,
With naked wide opened cornea lens,
Very difficult to capture in mind,
The readymade synthetic society.
Let me clear you !
These lenses are the gizmo,
I have earned along that previous hard time,
With the headache caused by the undeniable reality,
Draining all my capacitance,
Leading to my present incarnation,
The world I see now through the lenses,
A real film with the veil of Monomania !