Kaleidoscope

Words shuffle in a closed tunnel
Phrases adjoin to a kaleidoscope
A patterned sequence of dialogues
Projected upon an unfaltered mind

With every slight twist of tube
A new pattern displays onscreen
The randomness of events cast
A stimulant till the judgement day

The day unplanned, just as planned
Well trained yet nervously shivering
A rigid mindset to an altering system
On a snap it went, to the panic mode

As patterns gush on a single turn
The mind juggles to capture chaos
Tries to make sense of the bedlam
As the shards of words slit through

Looking up to catch their response
A tiny boundary framed by words
Deeply engrossed in their own circle
The panel of judges stand eerily still
Just as baffled by their ignored folly

Never was there anyone to impress
Life’s mischievous prank well played
Neither the juror was ever to judge
Nor the performer ever to perform

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Gopika Pramod

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Sometimes we tire ourselves to be perfect, beating up over the slightest mistakes. But are we really judging others as much as ourselves?