I prefer delusions over realities.
The only salvage that embraces —
The man torn with rigorous fatalities
A truth isn’t found even in traces, and,
People aren’t what they are on faces
All of my dreams are never unadorned.
Ever I’m fumbled, never been atoned
The only love I long for isn’t unrequited.
For which I’m never seen being frighted
My admiration for the painting isn’t a bluff.
I realized, while watching, how my life is tough.
The charm of the sharp colors dazzled my eyes.
The mere reverence for life turned to despise.
There are scorns, mourns, and thorns outside
that compel me to sneak, creep and hide,
for the reality is tumultuous, full of brutalities.
That’s why I prefer delusions over realities
Nov 3, 2025
Nov 3, 2025 at 11:41 AM UTC
I prefer delusions over realities.
The only salvage that embraces —
The man torn with rigorous fatalities
A truth isn’t found even in traces, and,
People aren’t what they are on faces
All of my dreams are never unadorned.
Ever I’m fumbled, never been atoned
The only love I long for isn’t unrequited.
For which I’m never seen being frighted
My admiration for the painting isn’t a bluff.
I realized, while watching, how my life is tough.
The charm of the sharp colors dazzled my eyes.
The mere reverence for life turned to despise.
There are scorns, mourns, and thorns outside
that compel me to sneak, creep and hide,
for the reality is tumultuous, full of brutalities.
That’s why I prefer delusions over realities
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