I fear, the serrated truth
shall incision my pretend paradise, if
I let my eyes see or let my ears hear.

I sandpaper it with aches of my own
I wrap it up in my colourful memories
and bury it deep enough in the attic of my mind

For, I dont want to know
that we, who are so kind and so giving and so nurturing
are also culpable
of cruelty of staying mum of looking away
as another, one of us, is forced to swallow red hot coals in the name of life.

Writing after a long time for the Poets United Midweek Motif and the prompt this week is Truth. I have been busy with AtoZ in April and then creating an ebook out of it. You can download it for FREE HERE. Would love to know what you think of the ebook.

Pretend Paradise

19 thoughts on “Pretend Paradise

  • June 1, 2018 at 10:50 am
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    Yes, sometimes we feel like this and stagger on with much courage. This struggle is also truth. Nicely put Namratha.

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    • May 31, 2018 at 11:08 pm
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      Thank you. An exaggerated image, perhaps?

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  • May 31, 2018 at 5:32 pm
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    Your words are deeply moving Namy and the speak the truth.
    I think we close our eyes and cover our ears to survive, to stay sane, for how can we cope with all the horrible truths of this world and of we who exist in it.
    I tend not to look away but also (at the same time) realise that I have not the power to effect change and feel helpless.
    Anna

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    • May 31, 2018 at 11:15 pm
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      Thank you Anna. Yes we need to survive and there is so much to deal with in our own lives that

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      • May 31, 2018 at 11:19 pm
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        We try to ignore things not in our control. Helpless, yes, that’s what I feel too

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  • May 31, 2018 at 12:28 pm
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    Congratulations on your e-book!
    I like the way you deal with ‘serrated truth’:
    ‘I sandpaper it with aches of my own
    I wrap it up in my colourful memories
    and bury it deep enough in the attic of my mind’.
    We have to protect our truth.

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  • May 31, 2018 at 12:27 pm
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    How apt your expression “Serrated truth” which is I am sure is meant to blind us to what is really occuring which is the devastation this planet for profit withh no plan to survive when it is destroyed.

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    • May 31, 2018 at 11:07 pm
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      We are quite blind to our destructiveness, it is good to see at least the awareness rising.. though the changes should have been done yesterday

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  • May 31, 2018 at 1:12 am
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    I know that feeling exactly. It is almost too hard to bear the news these days, and we turn away, helpless. You have captured this wonderfully in your poem.

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    • May 31, 2018 at 11:03 pm
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      I don’t read the news sometimes because it is just too overwhelming. Thank you for ‘getting’ the truth

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  • May 30, 2018 at 7:06 pm
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    Congrats on your book and the truth of this poem. All of us might honestly say that we don’t want to know. But I think that neglect is how we got here. This poem unmasks the knowing despite its “I don’t want to” stance. It’s good to see you!

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    • May 31, 2018 at 11:01 pm
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      Thank you Susan. I am heartened you got the essence of the truth I intended to communicate

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