Deception

Standing on an abandoned beach On a deserted island Beyond fortune's reach Feels like a dryland Though dampness of ocean beseiges I scribbled my falsehood In sand of seashore Washed away the waves The second I re-bore Into my facade of hollow sandalwood I became the artist living in dreams Suppressing the internal surreal screams Kept glorifying the warmth of sun's scorching heat That's devoid of compassion but my fabrication was neat Dusk broke, I hoped for gentle breeze Disappeared the sun ,letting me mirthlessly freeze I pushed away the ships meant for rescues Succumbing to flawlessness upon a demon's cues I became a captive of psedo-laughters The island was hollow It stood on wobbly rafters Looks impeccable but disguised to swallow