Faith is such a fragile word,
I don’t know what to make of it,
We break some,
Some is already in pieces,
What remains is a question mark...
Perhaps, we should be friends with doubt,
The colour palette would then by grey,
The boundary line would be a blur,
No fence to jump, no one to shun,
Lies wouldn’t brand a liar,
Lust won’t be mistaken for love,
Avarice won’t roam in a mask,
Twisted would be accepted as good.
The need to be good is such a waste,
In our nakedness is our truth,
It can’t be shared,
It can’t be borrowed,
Yet, life is a projection,
Of whom I should be,
The real me can never be seen in respectable places,
They are afraid to see themselves in me.
2 comments:
F-A-I-T-H ~ "Some is already in pieces, What remains is a question mark..." ~ Superb Ismita.. I love this poem a lot..
I remember writing a Haiku for Faith, "Faith is the key to | achieve your dreams, even | when you are nowhere" when I hosted the Haiku Challenge..
Day by day I started loving your poetry a lot..
Someone is Special (SiS)
your vision is beautiful!
the way you play with words is lovely..i like the raw appeal which your poem has.
p.s- i write poetry too, i dont think they can match upto your heartfelt words:)
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