“Trust me”, I had said at the beginning, the spilled laughters and stern looks created a divide
Realizing, which side of the divide I was in; reality setting in, but receding like magical sand dunes
Looking for truth in the reflections of a mirage? Yes, the least troublesome would be the truth that destabilize the paranoia
Looking away while trusting, interestingly, the fissures had always been there
Presenting tricked evidences, just like the magicians have a mesmerizing effect on the crowd
Everyone wide-eyed, but a portion of the consciousness creates a lingering delusion
Trust is a magical word, not that it’s meant to be one, the truth of trust has dwindled over time
Upon reality, many realities have been written, even mirrors take away some of the self-truths
The soul seems more distant, even defeated, while mirrors breathe and destroy reality
-Amitav Chowdhury
Amitav Chowdhury 