Naked Truth
We always remember and cherish the days of gold,
Forgetting the far-cries and colossal chaos at the door,
To steer the life from cold winds and shivering facts of present,
We believe we are not puppets at the hands of god.
Projecting ourselves as truth; protecting ourselves from truth,
We are so busy,
Covering the monster within with a thin veil of excuses so many,
And for a life less orinary who is to raise a question,
We would laugh so loud that his voice is nowhere to be heard.
So how come did this metamorphosis happen to change the very way?,
See now!, every body behaves as exorcist to make the truth fade away,
Hatred, greed, lust, who’s heard of it to believe,
That they were part of seven deadly sins; to be considered assets today.
This is what I have to say, I had passion for my sanctuary,
My sanctuary is my thoughts, my quotes, my ideals, which had a problem,
The problem is being true to the core, which is a disease for society,
Now!, I need self-exile, people say quarantine, but the fact tells the story of……
Shattered dreams.
once mortal.
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One Comment
- pcbzzt replied:
awesome… truth is not popular but it sure is engaging once eternity has dawned in one’s heart…. so where do i surf for more? peter
October 17th, 2007 at 6:51 AM. Permalink.