Me and my pinch of lies
In this world, vast as it is,
A mere pinch of my lies
I hope would catch no undue eyes.
So how a liar in man carries on--
Carries on till caught.
And as is the ugly truth,
Lies sure the truth outweigh,
(A man of white or gray lies
Makes nary a rare bird),
And so, a liar takes to the highway--
What if one more lie is unfurled,
So how the lies smoothly sail
In a life of lies full of youth
Living on an endless bail.
But then lies as they are, posing upright
Among them fight
As to which one is more upright,
Truth nowhere on any side,
Each lie feeling, its fight’s always fair!
Such as be a liar’s dare.
My word whatso says does weigh,
So how poets pen their poems
So how like pinch of salt spread lies--
A product of poetic imagination
Liberally pen-painted,
Plenty shades of gray oriented.
Who’s on the part of truth?
A real painful tooth.
Poets have their licence
If or not things make sense.
Maybe, there’s a grain of truth
In any false narrative,
So thinking, some get friendly with loud lies.
Now, if a fight breaks out,
Who, and what would win?
What’s north, what’s south, east or west,
Only on Earth the truth comes to rest,
There’s up nor down outside of Earth,
Sun may in east rise upon Earth
Yet, does it rise or set at all?
So is a straight line
In a curvy-linear world
Truth gets easily whirled.
In a relative world of Einstein
Where’s an absolute line?
The wise talk of ‘practical’ truth,
Amidst Supreme or Ultimate
In perennial youth.
So, let some pinch of lies
Give truth a telling punch,
Wisdom lies in one being worldly wise,
In just mouthful of lies to munch.
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Musings | 12.01.2026 | lies, truth, free verse
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