Half Truth

By Vishal Raj Amaresh

Who’s here for the darkened looks,

Better you search in the shallow rift of pampered hooks,

Where may you find someone sort of your image,

Could conceive queer all of yours in fake pilgrimage.

Pouring into mine unwavering of the fellows,

Evicted of the furnace that strangled my yellows,

This mirth like gleed someday whelming my mellows,

Now get fed with burning leaving evanescent shallows.

Torn out this husky mass then be my but a dazzling identity,

Sickening the walls where once lodges my dreaming voracity,

Drudge I spend as a lout to this world now reverted my part,

How I demeaned those preying eyes by bargaining my heart,

Hadn’t plainly vigilant riots be dragging my perplexus elf cart!,

These repentant woes now enduring my sole festoon of depart.

Lunatic lease of demeanor I wish to get forlorn,

Wrath’s conferring my jolting shudder knowns to once adorn,

fading shine of these embellishments craps my caliber borne,

Would have I decried this all mourn affairs and died as sworn.

Still rattles the souvenir and sink o’er fairy legends of past,

Mid trunking devoir of pains get palsies in my internee cast,

O abide my heart! to own the nature’s carceral humor so vast,

Least to bleak ever belongs go abate I pray my breath! be fast.

Know I well my dear! My nursing dive!brooklet akin is hive,

Visage aloof of part cent flaunts in watered thought of rhyme,

Dwelling a long last fetched a sober yet curvy lament in brows,

Your conjectures beneath raises mine a lurked fogging boughs,

That forever must take to cease it’s exertion passes by airy rows,

Else’s these amenities O God! thine breedings I vow only I pose.

By Vishal Raj Amaresh