I do not see,
what others see,
In shallow depths and vain facades,
But only seek to see,
How the smallest of cogs fit into
this miracle of an existence
I do not hear,
what others hear,
When shouts ring out in the silence
But only strain to hear,
The sounds of the individual lost,
In the crowds at the retreat
I do not smell,
what others smell,
The odours of our daily existence,
But only savour the smell,
Of people and flowers,
Of a different reality.
I do not feel,
what others feel,
As they stumble on in life,
But only seek to feel,
The sand papered reality,
That my mind creates.
I do not taste,
what others taste,
As they walk through this world,
But only try to taste,
The bitter flavour of emotions,
Crushed under people’s feet.
By Syed Ashraf Husain
PS - another of the poems I have started writing searching for a deeper meaning
