Irony of Liars

I fear the lies I might hear. The broken truth that could make me feel lost in a world I, otherwise , know like the back of my hand. So like my mother tried to drive away my childhood fear of ghosts by making me believe their non-existence, I try that trick with lies. 

But while convincing myself that truth has no antonyms, I realise the irony of liars.

 

There are no lies

Strictly miracles and magic

That make things happen the

Way you know it to be

Only people use the wrong spell sometimes

There are no lies

Just words put together

Stringed in the mind of faith

In perfect sequence and serenity

They just sound different when you hear them

There are no lies

Maybe role playing, a little screenplay

Maybe Shakespeare was right

Maybe all the world’s a stage

If only the irony was stage fright

There are no lies

Only the truth

Plain, transparent like a clear sky

On a summer day

That shows you the endlessness of

Blue, of sunshine and life

There are no lies

There’s truth- hidden, opaque, covered, blackened out

Like a thunderstorm at night

Blinding light, the black closing in on the

Infinity we once witnessed

Enraptured, unguarded

There are no lies

But there are storms

That rip you apart

Send you fumbling

In a sea of misconceptions, misnomer

Misguided, you walk into the dark

There are no lies

Just forgetful beings on

An uphill maze; like cobwebbed streets

And unending ways

The maps never seen, never made!

There are no lies

Fiction is for the books

It is exactly how it looks

Don’t  tell me otherwise

There are no…

There are no lies

THERE ARE NO LIES

There are NO lies

there are no lies

Are there?