The Blind Spot Of Uncertainty
Where we question each moment.

Uncertainty — What is it? Is it something making us go blind Or Are we blindfolding ourselves To the truth which Certainty magnifies.
None resides a space Nor is there any existential of proof The entire universe spiraling With a massive rock-bound move Creating a second-order effect There is nothing called as — Certainty The spin lies in decoding the aspect of Uncertainty.
The restless goes the moves The palpable goes the heartbeats The time frame seems to be cut short Despite serving its life course The rush — speed — tempo — momentum The race of the evolution To serve more than it’s destined purpose A fabrication of blindfold to Certainty To race the bring into being — Uncertainty.
The existence seems Pulsating — fluttering — vibrating At a series of uncovered timeless speed At a frequency of the random wavelength Creating a void in author called — Life Where virtues of “what’s next” magnifies.
In the breath of delicate moments of time It’s the race against Certainty Giving birth to the blind spot of Uncertainty.
The dots of concoction The threads of thoughts The streamlines of Life The tale in every beat of the emotions Occasions story of feelings — tenderness -warmth The sensibility and sensitivity attached Rushes in like waves of creative ecstasy Like a voyage to find the in-depth void The memoir of silence - Cultivating the blind spot of uncertainty.
If the tides of Life is examined The purpose gets curated at the maxim The universe replying chants at moments of dim With the world pacing at great speed And humans marching to uncountable beats The fast-forward effect gets curated with time Leaving a void in spaces and mysteries in mind.
Adding value to Certainty Their lies a Life - Entitled as The Blind Spot of Uncertainty.
Now let’s peddle to the discovery of Blind Spots What could it be? Where lies its origin? Is it existent by laws of nature or unnatural Is it self made or has the voice of its own claim Where do the spots of blindness lay hidden?
Are Certainty and Uncertainty The real masters behind the mysterious game!
Certainly, in response Lies few borderlines of answers The blind spots get fixated Like a mask of fallacy to our existence Like a hindrance to ease in thoughts Like a blockage to our growth in Life It certainly has hidden aspects The rules lie where — Certainty needs to be identified.
Clear the roadblocks Of the stressors — havoc — puzzles Channel to breath the thoughts to mitigate Listen — introspect — self reflect Keep a pause button Rest in for a moment and not sped by Where each one is on a journey Of winning the race against time The blind spots certainly follow the way Where Uncertainty is glorified.
The Blind Spots emulate resonance Existent and crossing every way The presence of it can be felt within Even in seasons of the entire shades To the colors the blind spots address Tale — Creating the art of Curiosity in Unknown.
The blind spots have a say It has voice reciting its own cryonic tales Breathing in each one of us The “Uncertainty” attracts Life to prevail To the unknowns creating a magnetic effect.
The mysterious is the certainty tree Has manifolds of blind spots Featuring in the time-line Unnamed — The Blind Of Uncertainty.





