Aura

The view, shady yet still so clear

I tend to see so much that it brings tears

The past, future, present connected by a single thread

A lot of folklore seems so good to be true

So ordinary, so innocent but it's as true as the ocean is blue

Secrets, why have you chosen to reveal yourself to me?

I never wished for such sights but yet i feel weird

The things i see, have seen and saw

The things i hear, have heard and peeped into

Makes me wish i didn't wish into a witch's wish

Nothing seems ordinary anymore, not at all

People see skin, eyes, hair, muscles, and mouths

All i see are colour-like AURA radiating different colours

Sensing different emotions and thoughts

Like a vibe, your aura tells me what you are before you speak

The colour changes based on your thought and mindset

Nothing seems normal to me, absolutely nothing

Plants speak, birds communicate, tree chat

And of all ears to hear this, it had to be mine

The world, though more beautiful through my eyes

Freaks me out, especially since it's off normal eyes

What people see as beauty isn't beauty to me

The real beauty is in the aura, especially yellow and green

Capable of a lot of things we can't understand to begin

We pluck leaves rather than investigate the roots

We live to talk but die to listen

We love to sing but fail to understand the lyrics

We neglect the important and pay attention to the vain

In this world i see, there are diversities in aura

Not christian aura or muslim aura,

Nor white-skin or black-skin aura

In this vision, black skin could give off white aura

White skin gives out a black stench of an aura

And then the trees make fun of humans

They say "they think we need them whereas they need us"

Animals even make more mockery, statemenatic question

"they think they are more human than us

but we know the gender-mating rule"

All these make me wonder what exactly makes us human

Oh!! Oh!! if all could get a glimpse of what i see or hear

Or even what i smell or feel as the wind sings

We aren't human enough to be called humans

We are beings, miles away from humanity

We rejected The Source and The Source blinded us

Thus we walk and stumble, jump but don't fly

Just a touch and all these become clear

One more touch and We Are Not Alone