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[eirsep]

A Fugitive of Truth

False appraisals - it’s a critique of my life. Dwelling in a realm of fantasy, holding back strife after strife. Prodding along smoother paths, easier as always it was, But now beckoning for an expose, are all those underlying flaws.

A commendable effort was always the last resort. Excuses and alibis never failed to be sought. But now I’m dizzy in search of words to soothe ‘Cause its time to accept it – I’m a fugitive of truth

Connections to the past all severed. Memories of all wrongdoings reluctantly ushered. But the inner raging fires still prevail, Many more mountains to climb… many more oceans to sail...

Everything budged aside and considering new ways. Confronting dilemmas face to face, A man looking for a fresh start still in his youth ‘cause its time to accept it I’m a fugitive of truth.

sashank nistala

[eirsep]

Temeritous

The onrushing droplet

cushioned by the green leaf.

Fall broken, momentum absorbed

New found leeway to navigate the yellow freckles.

Gliding carefree on verdant terrains.

Knowing it can hang on to the nib.

The light bears witness

to this inconsequential mischief.

With a feigned calmness, it carries itself.

Now the bead has seen  the cascade.

It clings on to the leaf,

for its precious identity,

Wishing it were stationary.

Wishing it were dew.

And all of a sudden,

its venture seemed moot.

Is it a higher calling?

Is it destiny?

Its either vapour or stream.

Not long to decide.

Can’t dangle forever.

A moment set aside to reminisce

over its journey as a teardrop.

Thanks the leaf.

Takes the plunge.

sashank nistala