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

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 .

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 ?