Deep Within The Lies Poem by ashok jadhav

(A figure stands under a harsh, solitary light, voice low at first, trembling with a mix of anger, sorrow, and revelation.)

Deep… deep within the lies…
That is where I find myself.
Buried beneath promises, beneath smiles, beneath words
That were meant to wound disguised as love.
I believed—I dared to trust—and yet,
The ground beneath me crumbled with every whisper,
Every hidden truth, every shadowed glance.
You think the lie is harmless?
You think it can hide behind pretty faces and practiced tones?
No.
Lies are seeds.
And deep within… they take root.
They twist the mind, they poison the heart,
They wear your name and your voice,
Until you wonder if even you know who you are.
And now… now I dig.
I claw through layers, through masks, through the comfortable deceit,
Hunting the raw, the naked truth
That has been smothered for far too long.
And it hurts.
God, it hurts.
But better to bleed here, in the soil of reality,
Than to rot in the soft embrace of illusion.
Deep within the lies…
I am no longer lost.
I am awake.
I see.
And those who thought me blind…
Will tremble when I speak what I have unearthed.