You, Be True
A fighting peace, invades
the sherical orbs of my eyes.
Only to strangely familiarise;
all the invisibly seen, ingredients
of time and its brutally comical mime.
This darkened transparency reveals,
the bleak rainbow of the false righteousness.
Salty sugar of the dishonest truths
are crumbling my poor eyes,
while I'm served with unbearable, materialistic reality.
The consciously designed-mishappenings
when witnessed, the blind clarity of my optical globes
are burnt; by the absently present social portraits, sketched and picturized with a furious innocence.
Thus I ink, my directly indirect experiences,
with a doubtful confirmation to elevate- You.
You, who do; all thats new
only to screw in, a few hopeless faith towards
the Virtuous, who depict You, to be true.