Illusions of Reality
Do they really care,
Or are they pretending?
Is this sincerity,
Or are they dissembling?
Is their extreme apathy,
Cloaked in sympathy?
Or have I struck a chord,
Could this be empathy?
Drowning in their shallow depths,
Spouting meaningless sophistry,
Disguising their disinterest,
In cultivated airs of mystery.
All talk, all the time,
Never free from duplicity,
Smoke and mirrors everywhere,
Breathtaking illusions of reality
Or are they pretending?
Is this sincerity,
Or are they dissembling?
Is their extreme apathy,
Cloaked in sympathy?
Or have I struck a chord,
Could this be empathy?
Drowning in their shallow depths,
Spouting meaningless sophistry,
Disguising their disinterest,
In cultivated airs of mystery.
All talk, all the time,
Never free from duplicity,
Smoke and mirrors everywhere,
Breathtaking illusions of reality
Labels: poetry
Selected by Pragya |
23:00 |
3 Comments:
Partying, Prags? Nice one! Feel exactly the same!
Ah, very good Pragya...liked it a lot perhaps b'cos it echoes some of the thoughts and questions living in my brain!
I think this all the time people are wishing you "Have a nice day" and all these other formalities -- somehow, true friendship is hard to develop in these social settings...
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