The antagonistic parity

 The Antigonistic Parity (A sad but true poem)

The verbal torture of genoiciding reverberation,

The drama of deterioting creation.

The foundation of fiddled up minds,

And the play of the players ,not being so nice.

The hypocrite sees the truth,

But denies to believe it.

The henious heals the truth,

But still deceives it.

The vulture shouts from the backyard,

That variety is dead in your art.

The opportunist plays the guitar,

Knowing the sounds would be  secluded to  not go so far.

How do we all lie so truthfully?

How do we make our eyes lie, brutually?

How do we hide our pain, so randomly?

How do we fake our love so determinally?

We all are caged in the castle of catalyst canabilism,

Where the saga never ends to flicker the flagrant induction.

We all are braced in the love of body - skin and lustre,

Where we all lack the will to love the soul and the culture.

Believe me, I am not a good writer,

It's just what my heart pours through the pen when it feels.

I'm not lieing, see in my eyes,

Even they have mastered the art of hiding the broken sights. 

Slowly and slowly, the poison started to poise me within, 

Definitely and finally, It did engage me through my skin. 

My lover feels, I'm an artistic soul, 

But who knows about my more than dark past, 

That is lost. 

Being as honest as I can be, 

The past is never lost, 

The future can never be imagined accurately,

So all we have is the present definitely. 

There are days, 

You are sad, like I'm. 

You get mad, like I get,

You become glad and I do to,

And then you become dead one day,

 near the antagonist prey. 

Why we all keep denying? 

The seriousness of the situation, 

At all Fucking times? 

Why we all keep saying? 

It's gonna be ok? 

When we know it won't ever be the same again.. 

Why we all keep living in a lie? 

When we know the truth is just behind? 

But we still defy and we still cry, 

And that is how we all one day die. 

The tale never ends, 

The circle never stops. 

Even when you and me were together, 

We both knew that we both were lost. 

So how can we both be a little more real? 

How can we both be a little more subtle? 

How can we both be a little more aware? 

How could we all be a little more affectionate to our dears? 

(who are unfortunately dead now!!!) 

But still we are left with many, 

And by many I mean myriads. 

So treat them the way they all should be treated, 

Be a little more grateful to enrich their and your remaining days. 

Everyone have to go, 

And everyone would go one day. 

Who knows when and who knows why? 

But that's all I got to say, 

Have mercy, have patience, have delicacy, 

Spread love, spread care, spread happiness. 

Refuse hate, refuse pain, refuse haste, 

That's all about how an antagonistic parity 

tastes. 

Leeza