Half Truth

an original poem.

Life screams to me time and again,

But I feel frustrated

Because I am not able to understand

What is it that it is trying to tell me

It is similar to how one day, in all those horror movies

you meet a few trapped souls, looking for an escape to eternity.

But this time, I still don’t know,

How is it that I can help it and it can help me?

All I know is what I am seeing is just the half truth

I am shown a flash of brilliance once and then

I am again in the world of crooks

At times I wonder at my own irony

Is it just my perception of Plato’s cave,

Or I am somehow simply repelling my own safety and security.

But then I know

There are always a few who see the world in its cruel serenity

They call themselves poets, artists, but nowadays, so does everybody

Am I allured by a few who just cause a distraction through a magnum opus

of tragedy

Am I just romancing with the idea of being a rebel? Is it really a necessity?

I see a façade in even the modern poetry,

because everyone is a paper tiger, And not what they are meant to be

I say my generation is a nostalgic one,

We have forsaken the light and promise of tomorrow

We are still awestruck by the heroism of history

We always live life in parallels,

A different parallel with everybody

I started living life with myself once

I figured out I am not what I thought I would be!