The lie

The lie

I watch
One more lie unfurl
Curl
Into a little coil
Of deceit
How quiet it is
As it drones
The wings more wily
In their transparency
Here I am
Says the lie
If you can see me
It is honesty
Little does it know
That its mocking smirking self
Has been killing trust
It wants to haunt
Take flowers on a jaunt
To where it believes you have left graves
It has lived in cemeteries
Picked on bones
Like a stray
The flesh that might have been left
Sticks to its teeth
It flashes blood
Meshed with mud
Ah, there was life there
You killed it
Hid it, it says
A lie can live only by creating lies
It understands no truth
Honesty defeats it
It visits the dead
In the dead
Of night
Lights a pyre
Starts a fire
Burns the trees
And offers you that fruit
Of temptation
The last one
It thinks
For nothing must return
But itself
Embellished with the remains
Of someone else’s pains
Its own fabricated
Recreated
Vomit is food
Swallowed with relish
It stinks
Brings it to the brink
A truth pierces under the skin
The lie sneaks out
Like wile
Bile
Dribbling down the chin
It has never felt wanted
Or worthy
And when it does get a warm embrace
The scent of jasmine in the hair
Fear makes it escape
Into the safety of a net
To find more graves
Dead insects
Lies all
Still as any lie

~FV

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Inspired by the couplet:

Jiski fitrat hi dasna ho
Woh to daseka mat socha kar