Spinning effervescent tales
Conjuring erudite lies
With magic smoke screen
Our minds mesmerize
Amusing us constantly
With irrelevant rabbit trails
Pulled out of mindless hats
Classic trick never fails
And truth be told
Is the truth ever told?
Or does preconceived notion
Feed our mental commotion?
may be we like them that way...we know many are lies...well, you cannot add on to truths...but lies, , , you can build on and on...may be this is why we like them that way...good write, Roshni...10
Outstanding word play, your lyrics are something else, very well written
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Roshni, you are so right, we dazzle even ourselves with our own minds sometimes. Well penned.