The fictional effect of Truth
Is a foretold addiction.
Faces fretting,fuming and ferocious,
Fit into frames,
Flimsy,fragile and faulty.
The reverse too is a regular changeover.
Trees seemingly Trojan and Titanic,
Shelter the thoughts for a fraction of time
With sentimental shades of support
Only to settle down to tall, thin skyscrapers,
Stripping their shading splendour
Like the sudden shutdown of a sweet dream.
Voices stentorian and stifled,
Swap their vocal cord manipulations
As if vested with the vagaries of the wind.
Paradoxes in a perfect rotation
Paint faces with an antithetical undercurrent.
Illusion is not always an imprint of the unreal.
Truth and fiction interchange their platforms
For their change over installations.
P.Chandrasekaran.
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