In the circuitous journey of life,
my soul takes flight in the,
actuality that is bent by lies,
flouting the complexities.
The soul is bared in the affectation,
charlatan smiles and painful thoughtlessness,
in a fiesta of blinds,
I blanket my true feelings in a shroud of dismay.
A desire to escape into the mystic mist,
departing miles away into the hills,
unmasking all my apparitions,
into a reality of lingering silences.
© Geetha Paniker.
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