The Sky Is A Lie

By Silpi Sikha Das

Under the moon, I stand.

Deceit stricken.

My eyes are the black craters.

It is all silent.

Like the solid blue sky.

The sky, a hoax...

A promise unkept,

A fallacy, a fallacy!

A magnificent traitor.

The clouds made it up,

In hypnotic whirlpools.

The stars fashioned it,

The stars are luminous!

It lured me...

Into its blue fantasy.

At night, into its depths.

I am so gullible,

I despise myself.

So must be the moon,

To float around,

To live, to trust...

In the comfort of nothing.

There is no such thing as "sky",

Only a stratum of chromatic ridicule,

A false saga...

I loathe myself

For beleiving in it,

Painting it in colours,

For seeing it.

The sky is a lie...

And the moon must be blind.

By Silpi Sikha Das