Lies crumble under pressure
unlike our diamond dreams
Flying in the sin city
is not a crime
when you’ve been
wired to try and fail
and build and nurture
all the hopeless hopeful beings
into the fire of patience
they rarely perceive to try by themselves
The lust of power
kills a few from inside
as they destroy a million lives
and ego is their carnal drive
masked by pretend empathy
holding the lure of broken dreams
selling us pure fantasies
And when it’s too late for
a conscience to take hold
The sinner finds no escape
except for the solace of an imaginary world
where he writes what he chose not to obey
so when he wrote these words for you to read
you would know better not to follow
you would know better to imagine instead
If simply put, you would know better
Appreciate your poem Rahul. Imagination needs to be supported by the people. As a learner of imagination I focus on breaking the thinking and find different ways to be better. Imagination improves our creativity. I love reading and telling imagination stories.
Thanks Lokesh.
Beautiful.
Thank you so much!
One of your best entries !
Glad you felt that way 🙂
Mais oui
Very nice verse, Rahul.
Art
Thanks!