Fable and Fact

Paradise is a fable;
Perdition is a field fact.
There are more painted walls here,
Than plain ones in perfection.
All that we speak and do,
Are framed in cosmetic borders.
Our believers are our replicas.
Even our doubting Toms,download
Our original designs in their garbs.
There is no ground for suspicion.
Absence of truth,is our only App.
Even retrieved files betray this absence.
Silence is a load of falsehood;
Speech is falsehood unloaded.
When one says'I love you so much'
How much it hurts as'I hate you
From the bottom of my heart'.
Utterances are in counter Alexa mode.
The Highway to Paradise sees
Many a 'Take Diversion' process,
With road blocks and speed breakers.
If the galloping speed of life is an animation,
Our last journey,is on others'gallops.
Perdition makes a horizon of paradise.
                              P. Chandrasekaran.