Searching faces, for our thoughts
With voices, which articulate
Many miles, lost, connecting dots
For the ‘milestones’, that we create!

Since world adores, the arrayed form
Not the, chaos of, ‘abstract’ discourse
We invent, façades, that transform
Stark truths to, mystic metaphors!

Literature is, an endless, dissection
Of the, truth’s ethos, with verbiage
Where wins, a prettified perfection
Loses out, the labor, of an age!

But banal, can’t be, beauty’s streak
Who breathes chicanery, lives in canards
To bedizen, bare truths, in myths’ mystique
Thru thoughts’ boulevards, we Flirt With Words…!

© 2018 Vikas Chandra