Philosophy – Virtual Marionette

December 7, 2021

Trance

My eyes soaked in insomnia
Show me an untouched palette.
Never did I bother to know
This monochromatic existence,
Replete with fables of stoical forbearance
Of reality,
Was my only respite
From the treachery of this multihued world!
How can I complain?
Can happiness fight with its reason,
Time and again?

The colours that I see,
Paint a picture no better than yours;
There, I see you broken,
In bits and pieces, on fire burnt pages,
But I still tremble with love
When I hear your voice in silence.
How can I complain?
Can sobriety fall for inebriety,
Time and again?

September 23, 2021

Nobody

Every time I see trash in you,
A veil of innocence falls off;
A drop of patience dries out.
My masks are numerable, I fear;
Your sophistry expands into infinity.
The part that knows me,
Resists what I am becoming.
Newness shines in the light of fake glory;
Somewhere, a murderer establishes his own victory.

Your falseness scares me often;
Hideous truths that make you up,
Give me a sense of assurance.
I am wearing out,
You change forms uncountably;
This battle seems futile.
Every time I see trash in you,
A veil of faith falls off.
Well, I am just a ‘nobody’!

June 20, 2021

Tired

January 22, 2021

A beautiful lie

The red on the floor,
Attracting notice of folks unknown,
Hides a gory fable of pain.
Flowers dipped in their own blood
Rest on a dusty path,
Dismembered from their nub.
What meets the eye
Is a beautiful lie.

Old petals fly with time,
New ones augment to the unseen woe;
Loneliness deepens.
Some take a while to appreciate,
Others pass an unbothered smile;
The story is about that we cannot see.
What meets the eye,
Is a beautiful lie.

April 25, 2020April 25, 2020

Reflections

The face tells a beautiful story,
A fantastical lie
That reflections care to ignore.
Fairytales decompose into cheap articles
On trampled newspapers.
Society screams, people shout,
The mirror stands tall,
Notices the unnoticeable,
Predicts the unpredictable,
Surmises hidden predicaments
And chooses to put a check
On reflections,
Only for those
Who are blinded by the sins
Of their deed,
The craving of their famished souls.
Some choose to see
The enthralling beauty
And set aside the rasping truth.
The rest become the mirror themselves
With their faces made of glass
And silver coating on their hearts,
To make sure that
The reflections never reach them.