Nupur Chaturvedi

Layers and masks that we wear everyday
Manufactured realities for everyday’s circumstance
Who creates them?
If we create them, how do we fool ourselves?
How do we not know the difference?
As we trawl the internet, browsing photo after photo,
Do we stop to wonder if our perceptions are photoshopped too?
Indeed, reality is not absolute, it has its versions.
Must we, however, not even try to pretend looking for it?
It’s a cheat, this mind of ours
Takes credit for what is not there
The heart, that blood-pumping device
Labours on even as it is dismissed
It shows what eyes do not
Okay, pass me a heart-shaped balloon this Valentine’s Day
So that I can see through the layers and masks
And the manufactured realities for everyday’s circumstance.