Maybe if I laughed at myself, I’d understand why they all do.
Maybe, if I hurt myself, I’d feel their pain and maybe, just maybe, if I trust myself, I’d know why no one does.
With every reflection, I lose trust in mirrors.
With every confession, I exchange truths for lies.
Some say I’m lucky, and others wish me luck;
A few walk before me and few more after,
But nobody,
Nobody
Comes with.
-BHARATH UPENDRA
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Bharath’s writing is always a revelation, and this piece is no different. When we strive to discover ourselves, we often realize much about the world around us. Questions find answers, doubts transform into awareness, the harsh truths appear a little less bitter. We may walk in a certain direction, but each will walk their path alone, learning and reconciling as the steps take us forward.
Congratulations Bharath!
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We often think we are journeying life alone, there is a lots of truth in that, also, there are other walking a similar path like you said who are before or after.
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“With every reflection, I lose trust in mirrors.” That’s soooo true. We don’t really trust mirrors that much, but we can’t help look into the mirrors despite of our misgivings…
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A lot of brutal truths to hear here, my friend. Congratulations, and lovely post.
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I love the poem Bharath. I’d follow you anywhere.. well almost. ha! 👏
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