I don’t know if I could ever get the truth

   Of what lies beyond the inevitable falsification and the fiction

   If I could ever dig into the depths and know the lie

   If I could ever …..

  I would sacrifice all coxcomb, all glitter and glamour of my life

   I would only kneel down in all humbleness with clasped hands and a pure heart

   To fulfill my own edification and pursuit of the truth

   I believe the truth is a blatant one , an impartial judgment  , good and bad alike

   For those with attitudes , the truth , so debatable and stark

   Like sudden streaks of lightning on a dark night

   That only momentarily dispel the dark , yet there’s a temporal light

   That lights the world for some precious seconds

   And justifies the truth of things , by shunning all falsification ?

   Coz u get to know how the world looks like in a moment of catastrophe

   The actual picture , caught in the eye lens for some moments

   Coz the flashes of lightning suffices it all

   And u get to know the truth

   The truth when the lightning must have struck the nearby almond tree and how it perished

   Charred and burnt ….

    The truth in itself is a lie

    For those who dare not believe in it

    Yet restore faith in nothing lest the truth

    Coz that only restores peace of the mind and the soul

     The truth, however blatant, if deciphered …..

     U won’t regret that

     Believe in nothing but the truth and truth alone

Well, HAPPY FRIENDSHIP DAY to all. What is the definition of a friend ? A friend - someone supporting u , molding u, caring for u, and standing by u in good times and in bad times?  A friend – someone who can make u smile when u find its so hard to smile ? And definitely, that makes a big difference when a friend greets u saying “ Hello” in contrast to  someone else saying it so.

U know, if friendship was akin to a humane chain of love, warmth , fellow feeling so on and so forth, it just stands firm on these support of ‘ long lost’ values that make up friendship. And this humane chain can never be ripped apart by the unforeseen forces of negativity in our lives. Friendship – a humane sign, coz friends are forever . Even if not existent any more or drifted apart physically, the memoirs of friendship would never – those memoirs flicker on like an oriflamme , dispelling the dark and adding warmth to the humane chain , that’s friendship .

 And almost everyday , we are infact befriending some one or the other …. The humane chain thus grows …. And please don’t look into the some negative aspects of friendship, just override it, coz its so insignificant when compared to the quality analysis of friendship – friendship begets friends, and some day even when we die , we just know that there’s at least something left of ourselves behind- some memoirs atleast , fond memoirs that will be cherished by our friends ----- we have left behind our valued friends .

  Like a pencil of rays filtering out through the wedge on the closed doorway

  And sufficing it all to light away the prevailing dark

  The fathomless dark within the deserted home

  Where time appears as a statichor

   No one, not a soul lingers in this home

   All is silence, no cries, no laughter , no groans

   The silence in itself deafening

   Dreams dreamt once upon a time appear frozen and cold

   There’s even no warmth in these emanating rays to melt those broken dreams

   Everything there , so moist and cold ….

   Seconds pass by …. Time flows by

   The world outside changes day by day

   Witnessing what is left behind by those winds of change

   Lest the deserted home remains as it is …

   No one dares to tread the path to its depths , to unravel its untold secrets

   It remains deserted , a forlorn story though , sadness rampant everywhere

   And even if someday the world perishes

   The deserted home will be left untouched  by nature

   Who too has ceased interest in blemishing even that deserted home, perched up precariously atop the hills confronting the countryside

    Like a miserable soul, transfixed and in pain

    The deserted home remains there, poise as it was

    How long will it remain, unblemished, indestructible, no one quite knows

    Witnessing mutely all that’s left of yesterday ?