whose lies have you kept
whose truths have you told
on a table full of cards
you’re the first one to fold
“all in,” you say
but you’re not playing to win
you just have secrets
to give away
secrets of those
who thought you were loyal and kind
secrets of those
you sold out for a penny to a dime
but they too were foolish
they only realize when its too late
when you hear one say
“There’s a traitor in our own,
an imposter in our way.”
The hope is gone
It’s no surprise
We thought in the dark
We’d be fireflies
But all dreams
Are made of lies
Oops! There goes the busted bubble
Isn’t the feeling nice?
The silver lining
Just blends with the grey
As all ends
Begin to fray
Oh stop
I’m done
Your complaining
Isn’t fun
BECAUSE
Sometimes lies should be told
You never know when they become your truth
You are your own master
You are your own sleuth
So if the silver lining’s
Been painted to grey
just take a bit of white
And wipe it away
Cause the hope is here to stay
Surprise surprise
In the dark
We are fireflies
I’ll sell you a soul
A penny to the pound
I’ll sell you a life
No one knew was around
There is no scope for compromise
It’s a package deal
All dreams come with a cost-
But yours are simply unreal
You want it all
And you want it fast
But your mindset is corrupt
And your fantasy won’t last.
They never read you a story
You were your only gift
They never gave you a second look
As your bond began to drift
But you never cared about
Some fictitious, material dream
You just wanted their attention and love
You just wanted your own self-esteem
As time moves by
They’ve lost their worth in your life
Somethings sound tragic
But Somethings are fine.
The truth is in the lies we tell
Our own sad sentiment
The dreams of us growing up, grew old
Came alive, came and went.
We want to have a story to tell
Somebody to tell it to
But tales to tell are only worth the price
They pay to hear us sell it too
And then the dreams come crashing down
We’ve been played the fool
Then do we come to know
We were just a ticking time capsule.
the clock runs slow
over our mortal cast
the burdens of time
and that of our past
each minute we wait in dismay to pass
and then when it’s gone
you realize
forever doesn’t last
the twist in the stories
of the burning books
the lies in the tales
of the holy crooks
each day is taken as a burdensome task
only when it’s gone
you realize
forever doesn’t last
The emerald stairway,
Leads nowhere that is seen
Count each step,
A thousand two hundred and seventeen.
The attic high above,
Holds up the roof
Dusty boxes with memories,
The only remaining proof.
Crumbling papers
Line the shelves
The smell of old books
The only tales left to tell
No matter how many come in
There’s always room for more
You’ll never feel alone-
In fact, it’s better than before.
Welcome to the Empire
The unfailingly unflawed place to be
But look closely and you will find
Often everything is not as you see.
Some words though not spoken are heard
Said with love
Bring hurt
Selfless yet selfish?
Labels of the world
Even if silent is the story
It will be heard
Status and stature
Our ways our absurd
Timeless but mortal
A future made from the past
A Lifetime of worries
That we still surpass
And each end is a new beginning
The new is in the old
There is some truth
In the lies that are told
We were liars is an exciting young adult novel, written by E. Lockhart.
It features a group of childhood friends whose relationship soon turns distant and destructive
After a haunting accident changes their lives, the group is no longer the same
A series of lies
Shadowing the daunting truth
Broken homes and minds
and a genius plot twist
The book talks about the privileged lives of a sophisticated family which seems picture perfect on paper but is actually harrowing on the inside.
Several problems come on the way, teaching you that in the end, privileged or not, you cannot ever be fully ready for the inevitable ways of life.
The ending of this book completely moved me, masking the immense talent of the author flawlessly. However, the rest of the book moved a little slow in my opinion.
It is definitely an interesting choice for a reader if you are a little patient!
I am India,
I am a voice
I am India,
Where I get a choice
I am India,
Where my vernacular diversity shines
I am India,
The sign of changing times
Yet,
I am India,
Where it is this diversity that divides me
I am India,
Where am I really free?
For the infanticide,
Lies and bribes,
Women’s rights
And caste plights
Have left me
Like crumbling pieces of paper
Withering away with time
A self destruct mode
Where only ashes are left behind