Falsity. Poem by RAJ VIKRAM

In the end only feelings remain,
the consummated and the
half baked obsessions.
Challenge is to sieve out
satisfaction which is miniscule.
Fulfillment which rears the
head only to disappear
after being annihilated by
reality, the bitterest reality.
Tedious it all becomes
and benumbing the life turns to irretrievably and irrevocably so.

In the end it is all about
adapting to the abruptness
of it all, on and on.
The gulping down of the
bitterest potion that life has
kept in store for eons.
It renders the entrails of
existence a mound of dust.
And then it is all about being
self deceptive as to feel
that nothing at all is wrong.
And it is existence in your face.

Suspending disbelief helps,
helps a lot, a means to sanity.
Insanity, redundance lies ahead
wooing with sensuality,
to lure into a coitus of the
most enervating and dreary kind.
Falling prey to it is easy
the rosy path ahead is a trap,
seemingly benign but
horrendously scarring in reality.
But then life is such, a bit by bit
assemblage of soothing falsity.