All falsified notions strengthed relatively with time get to see burning diplomacies rule their fate, from materialism to exploitation, from prejudice to symbolic futility, giving way to a handfull of ash and a lost dream to eternity...
The above metaphor rules well iff the falsified notions are misconsidered. But to extend the fact, all of this dream we live on is a falsified truth, a vantriqualised mystery.
I was born pleasant, i was born well,
As you would peep through the next door's ministrel,
You dream of me, i see you,
Beyond love it seemed so unreal.
The mirror faded glimpes with time,
The colours it borrowed when it used to shine,
now it discolours the miseries apart,
They which meant to be captured at heart.
The last quatrain is awesome...Down in my books...!!!!
ReplyDeletejio mere lal....first ball mein hi sixer...
ReplyDeleteAt last ...... Waiting for some more posts ..... Don't forget to post that masterpiece of ILP you shared with us all that night ....
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