Distorted Reflections

Misinterpreted reflections smudge the landscape of existence

Blemishes of incoherence drag the simple lines along unsettled roads

Sewn into a twisted tale of convoluted words between parallel tracks

Languages burn the truth while minds are busy contemplating deviously

Eyes squint from the excessive glare of lies spreading to untouched territories

Lunatics desire the inferno that can sustain those burning desires of power

Bones resemble dry twigs and life breathes toxic fumes laboriously 

When destruction becomes routine while opposing the sane voices

~Amitav