X-Ray

Oh, if only we possessed sight divine,

To see each soul with X-Ray's fine line.

What fascination in this sight would be,

A window to essences we seldom see.

Hidden behind laughter's brilliant surge,

Whispered passions on the verge,

Intrigues, madness, regrets take flight,

An unexplored cosmos comes to light.

An emotional realm pure and bright,

Grimly retreats from revealing light.

Imagine, if only we could delve,

Into depths where human minds themselves dwell.

Eyes - radiant irises that reveal,

Laid bare under X-Ray's steel,

Joy and sorrow, love and fear,

Unveiled in authenticity so clear.

In an age where words and actions wear a mask,

The X-Ray vision takes to task.

Piercing illusions superficial,

Grasping reality's harsh initial.

Witnessing an internal strife,

Scarred battles from early life,

Would we feel pride or shame,

In the script of our untold game?

Invisible weights upon many a shoulder,

A hidden cross that makes them older,

Tears unseen behind a smiling trace,

Scarred roadmaps beneath a smooth embrace.

To witness true feelings and vulnerability's blend,

One needs the X-Ray's mighty lend.

Imagine, to untangle labyrinth complex,

Emotions that transcend the seen context.

Naked truths often lie,

In the fearful depths where shadows die,

Yet, let us refrain from the hastening blame,

For appearences often play misleading game.

Behind a stranger's enigmatic mind,

Epic tales of grit and grace we find.

Spoken words may just be a shield,

An edifice gradually built, never to yield.

Life's trials forge a riddle profound,

Solvable only by the Divine's sound.

Let us not judge, but understand,

Behind every face, an epic story stands.

Lo, if we possessed the incredible boon,

Of X-Ray’s vision, clear as the moon,

The authentic human personality cannot be faked,

And yet, this gift to us has not been staked.

So we extend a cloak of empathy, compassion's bid,

Not judging the apparent goodness or the hidden id.

In our hearts' glowing embers,

Let kindness find its chambers.

When the last threads of our tales are spun,

And if love remains our guiding sun,

We can rest beneath the Divine's peaceful season,

Without the weight of conscience or reason.

Even though inexpressible truth remains amystery,

Celebrate the enigma in its entirety,

Accepting the other with the only certainty,

Our conscience, the only truth in our entity.