When you take the paths, dark

The lamp with you that lights the way

Carries it’s shadows too,

When truth is tainted and tinged

With lies in its folds

It’s a half- truth, a cloudy, unclear blue.

 

Murky scenes are always murky

Cleaning

Not an option there,

Best to simply

Walk away

Where unclean is the proverbial air.

 

Aladdin’s lamp is just mirage

No one’s seen or used it

Yet,

Fairy tales are only that

Don’t put your money

Don’t bet.

 

Dreams are dreams

Best

When you sleep,

The world today’s

An abattoir

Better your distances you keep.

 

Rainbows

Lovely in the blues

When enraptured are the eyes,

But, Vibgyor

Are just simple colours

There are no pies in the skies.

 

Random thoughts

Have great connect

May take a while to figure them out,

An SOS, not always fake

Take care

Maybe a true, needed shout.

(The author is a prolific poet who has over 30 poetry books to his credit. He can be reached at ashoksawhny06@gmail.com/ www.ashoksawhny.com)