Blind

I believe.
And also I doubt.
Beliefs are plenty
And so are certain doubts.
Sometimes doubts outshine beliefs..

You can see me.
I understand, I believe, It's fine..

Can you hear me too?
I wonder, How possible every time?

'Cause in such spheres denial is all I hear,
In all possibility it's a crime..

Now, what I think there's no one hearing,
Maybe watching if I give attention prime..

Most probably, it's all only in my mind,
For words reflect more than what's seen
or heard..

They tell much more than that..
Amazed, when they show what I thought
in my mind..

What's happening?
When will I know?
Will that ever happen?
Till then, or maybe more than this life-time,
I will remain blind..