Lies have always dazzled with glory
Been the cynosure of deceptive minds
Lively discussions transform them to truth
Eyes sparkle as many more lies light up
Voices of vehemence ignites deviant dreams
Dazed parades are diverted towards a cul-de-sac
Blinded by the ignominious charades
Erring becomes the fate of distorted souls
Where pain is put to rest with doses of falsity
Days transforms into labyrinth of trials
The placebos wear off and reveal excruciating pain
There’s no way to escape the designed reality
Walking through life with a false identity©
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“Erring becomes the fate of distorted souls”
I loved the use of the word “distorted”. The whole thing is brilliant, Amitav.
I can’t wait to get caught up on the rest of what you have penned. I’ve been out of town for a few days, and your “recent writes” titles are alluring. Tomorrow: unpack, laundry and Of Eternal Love, probably not in that order.
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Thank you so much, Tanya. You take some rest and we will continue with the conversation. Wonderful to hear from you, always.
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