Friday 24 May 2013

True lie.


To every askance silenced,
And to watch the dance of pretence
To match your will with deed
I saw, to fires what you did feed
And still games do play
Are these lives or dolls of clay?
While we watch and that alone
And clutch onto what’s gone
Why do shadows cry?
Why do dreams die?
And the truth nothing but a deceiving lie! 

14 comments:

  1. I can so relate to this at the moment! Brief but captivating! :) :)

    You are brilliant writer ma cherie! :*

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  2. bellissima !!! So neatly penned !!!

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  3. Akshay Mohan: Humbled! :) Thank you :)

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  4. the background. takes you to a good sunday morning when you dont have to get up early.

    the innate depth in your poetry, completes it.
    and the last couple of lines shake the dream away saying, do something. :)

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  5. Raj: Thank God you dropped in a comment. That way I got to read your blog. :)That is very very sweet of you to drop by and let me know what you though about it. Amazing people like you keep me gripped to the pen. Thanks! :)

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  6. whoa. so that's how you blow someone away with a reply. gotta learn that. :P

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  7. that's a negative ma'am. just a genuine admiration of being able to come up with something when given a complement.

    the best i can ever do in such rare instances is, thankyou. :S

    and btw, your poetry makes lovely morning reads. :)

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  8. And so I shall write more. Thanks so much! Means a hell lot for someone like me. :)

    I've been on a rush, I shall read your blog in leisure. Very interesting at the first look, must say!

    P.S. You could do without the modesty! :D

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  9. "And so I shall write more. Thanks so much! Means a hell lot for someone like me. :) "

    now that, is modesty. as for my blog, its been on its deathbed for a long time. so no worries.

    and as for writing more, please do.

    P.S.: I am cheeky. and cheesy. give it time. you will see.

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  10. Raj: Now this has turned in to facebook, hasn't it? :D
    No modesty, I'm an amateur (Truth).
    Cheeky and cheesy? Hahaha :D

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  11. facebook? not yet ma'am. for one i know nothing about you or you of me. and for two, the only thing we have in common here is your poetry.

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  12. No. It was intended in a different context all together. :)

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