All the frauds, exposed

The calendar is a fraud-
Invented to beguile men
And lull them, and make them march
On the tune of days and nights.
Death is a fraud-
We have been living
The same life again and again. We are
Stuck in the cycle of inconsequence.
Life is a fraud-
Here friends act as enemies,
Fake enemies, and kill each other, trying
To escape the false life, the false death.
Time is a fraud-
It never passes; it gives the illusion
Of movement, sometimes forward
Sometimes in cycles, and smiles.
Love is the biggest fraud-
Or else it would have killed me long ago.
It is an agent of life, it traps, it lures,
It punishes, it embraces – and does not let go.

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I will let the blog speak for itself...or, at times, for me. View all posts by Abhishek

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