I adore truth the way it is.

Shy. Quite. Hidden behind the veils of curiosity.

If truth acted like a falsehood

And flaunted itself like a lightening

Wouldn’t our eyes be dazzled to blindness?.



Let truth remain behind the veil.

Wouldn’t it numb our senses with disappointment

If truth appeared before our eyes

Shriveled and haggard,

limping on the crutches of Viagra,

Or an exalted flower,

brightly coloured,

Yet thirsty for an ecstatic kiss of the elusive bee of contentment .