A Shadow of Pretence

In this period of modernisation, where the world heads – no one knows and where people would land - is a question to time. Yet we all falter to know ourselves in this short span of life. Everyday we wake up in the midst of loneliness, outcry the absence of somebody real but still at the end of the day find ourselves trusting someone new. And again the flawless drape of facade is worn as the skin itself. It’s ironic that, despite knowing everything, we let ourselves become the victim of mockery with a hope to find someone that rarely exists. Perceiving life in the act, we excel in; fakeness, we don’t dither to master and the blame game, where we write the rules.

How can we be so ignorant of our feelings, our endless desires and our LIFE that we let unknowns course our destiny? Every moment we fall into the arms of unknown, every minute we walk on our dreams to see some one else happy and day-after-day we live, live as the puppet of deception. But still manage to find content. Whom to blame, whom to question and whom to swear??? Questions that hollow our souls…..answers, which conceal our happiness and invulnerability. When will we realize … the triumph of immorality???