The Lie


04/06/2016 by Siddiqui Fayesal

I was walking the line.
I was.

I toed it to the T.
I did.

That glimmering place that
Resides between
Truth and Deception
Were the lights that
lead me to it.

It being the proverbial
Heaven upon Earth, of course.

At least that’s what it
Was called then.

The lights seeped below the
Smothering canvas of
Honest intent and
Motherly love
And escaped.

The clutches
Of humanity cheered
It on.

The empty threats
Of society and the
Vague guidance of
Did not deter the
Light from spreading its

I, blinded momentarily,
dusted myself and walked
Along the edges of
The worn path.

Many had walked upon it
And never heard from again.

Disenchanted by the fiction
Spun by the world, I walked

The light seemed to walk ahead,
At times,
And alongside at others.
I was happy for the company
But dismayed by its continuous

As time passed, I questioned
Its quest.

Why me, I asked?

Why not that friendly bandit who was
walking ahead of me just
A few moments ago
When the light just seemed to die

I never heard from him again.

The closer I got to the
Scintillating brightness, the
Queerer the light became.

It disappeared for longer durations,
But never extinguished completely.

It had left behind a spark.

And not knowing, I walked, on,
I ran towards it.

The spark within me guided
It steered me away from the
Open fires of evil and pain
More than once.

Although the fire was warm to me,
I knew I needed the Light and
Not the twigs that
Lay lit on boredom
Misleading travellers like

And knowing not, I ran on
Towards the open jaws
Of doom, which
lay like a monster,
Waiting for the fabled
Fool to sacrifice himself
At games
Rather than fight the Wars of

Siddiqui F.


NB: Agripada CCD!


3 thoughts on “The Lie

  1. Asha Seth says:

    This is so intense.

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